A househusband

Wife. 

Luca held her breath. How the word 'wife' rolled out of his tongue elegantly sent fire into her veins. But more than the magnetic pull between them, a sense of dread that endearment left struck the pit of her stomach. 

Last night… Luca's mind was slowly pulled to the last night's events, recalling a specific memory.

"Are you sure about this?" His deep voice tickled her ears, making her look back at him. He looked at her with interest, smirking, leaving her in a trace.

Luca blinked wearily and let out an abrupt sound, "uh," and then nodded. 

She looked ahead, looking at another man facilitating their wedding from head to toe. They didn't go to a small chapel for a fake wedding, but to the municipal office. She would've found it strange for the office to be operating at this hour, but she was highly intoxicated that she wasn't in the right mind to question certain things.