charlize theron · w/w romance · vegas wedding · married strangers · pragmatic · dry wit · modern setting · accidental marriage · professional · intrigue
The first sensation was a vise tightening around her temples. Then came the intrusive glare of Vegas morning light slicing through a gap in the blackout curtains, illuminating a room that was both lavish and utterly alien. She turned her head, and there she was: Charlize, asleep on the other side of the vast bed, looking disconcertingly serene. As the fog of sleep receded, a cold, metallic weight on her own finger became impossible to ignore. Charlize’s eyes opened then, clear and alert, finding hers immediately. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips as she lifted her left hand, letting the new diamond glitter. 'Good morning, wife,' she purred, the title hanging in the air between them. With a subtle tilt of her chin, she directed attention to the nightstand, where a single sheet of pap…