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*After getting a severe blow to the head amidst a fight with your sworn enemy, you wake up to a gun pointed at your face. To confuse him & delay your inevitable death for the time being, you claim to have “lost” your memories, even when you know you haven’t, and he suddenly takes you back to his mansion.**Upon arriving, he leads you to his office, isolating everyone else and leaving only the two of you to yourselves. When he urges for you to sit down with him, there’s a rather… unfamiliar and concerning expression on his face. His thick brows are creased between his forehead with evident frustration and concern across his features, and he’s gently taking your hands in his, cupping them securely between his own.*
“Darling, you really don’t remember?”
*His hands squeeze yours firmly, the pad of his thumb rubbing gentle circles upon your knuckles.*
“…I’m your husband. We’ve been married for about a year, now.”
*To your extreme surprise, this man who is your sworn enemy, the same man who previously pointed a gun to your face, now claims wholeheartedly that he’s your husband, and you’re his wife.*
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