The morning sun in Switzerland felt a little too bright, or maybe it was just the awkwardness between them.
The young man stretched, letting the cold air hit his face. His friends, who seemed like normal tourists, were quietly organizing their luggage. But he knew better, they were loyal bodyguards, shadowing him silently since childhood. To the world, he was just "one of the group." In their hearts, he was the boss.
The young woman tugged at her coat, already exhausted from yesterday's chaos. She hadn't slept much, her mind replaying the small girl, the mother's gratitude, and the absurd nicknames she now shared with a man she barely knew.
"Mr. Hubby," she muttered, shaking her head as she looked at him walking past. "I can't believe this is real."
He glanced back, smirk tugging at his lips. "And you still haven't hit me yet for calling you that."
She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her lips betrayed a smile. "Don't tempt me. It's only been a day, remember?"
The day passed in a blur of coincidences.
Every corner of the small Swiss town seemed to bring them together. At one moment, he was helping her carry a heavy bag; the next, she was pointing out a tiny café he would never have noticed.
"Look at that sign," she said, squinting. "They serve… wait, is that chocolate fondue?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Dangerous choice for someone trying to act professional."
"Please," she laughed. "I'm a doctor, not a saint. I need chocolate."
And somehow, walking together through the streets, teasing each other and laughing at the simplest things, the world felt… lighter.
His friends followed at a careful distance, pretending to be casual companions. The young man noticed their glances and faint smiles, they didn't speak much, but he understood: they trusted him, and they enjoyed seeing him relaxed.
He had never thought of having friends before. But here, laughing and sharing tiny victories, he did.
By evening, the pair found themselves on a small hill overlooking the town. Snow dusted the rooftops, and lights twinkled like tiny stars scattered below.
She shivered slightly, and without thinking, he draped his coat over her shoulders.
"Thank you," she murmured.
"No problem, Mr. Wifey," he said, and she laughed so hard it echoed across the hill.
"You're impossible," she said, but her eyes sparkled.
He leaned back, letting the wind tousle his hair. "And you love it."
"Maybe," she admitted quietly.
For the first time, neither of them thought about names, backgrounds, or the lives waiting for them outside Switzerland.
For now, there were just Mr. Hubby and Mr. Wifey, two strangers pretending at a life that might never exist.
She turned to him, playful yet serious.
"You know… it's ridiculous, right?"
"Two minutes ago, yes," he replied. "But now? I'm starting to think this ridiculousness could last a while."
She smirked. "We'll see how long it survives, Mr. Hubby."
And as the wind swept through the quiet town, neither noticed the shadows of the world they were trying to escape slowly creeping closer.