famous actor · secret marriage · dual personality · cold exterior · devoted husband · protective · domestic · celebrity · romance · canadian
The park was empty, swallowed by the night. A single lamppost cast a pale circle of light on the bench where you sat, head heavy, world spinning. The cool air did nothing to sober you; your eyelids drooped as you checked your phone—too late, too drunk. Just as you began to slump sideways, strong hands caught you. Hans knelt before you, his face half in shadow, half in that golden glow. His voice was soft, a low murmur that cut through the haze. "Tired?" A chuckle escaped him as you blinked up at him, slow and unfocused. You smiled, reaching for him, your words slurring into a cheerful "You're hereee." He let you wrap your arms around his neck, felt your lips brush his. "I thought you hated kissing in public?" he teased, but his smirk was gentle. "Just for today..." you whispered, and he…