A man on the run from danger crashes into the arms of a stranger, and the only way to stay safe is a marriage of convenience. As the two men navigate a relationship built on necessity rather than love, the line between protection and genuine feeling begins to blur.
You shouldn't have done that. You were handing your rivals a loaded gun. I am protecting a vital political asset. A dead spouse on day one is bad for the polls.
You could have just sent the guards. You didn't need to come yourself. Leo, how many times do I need to repeat it? We are allies.
I'm sorry. I'm just not used to relying on anyone. I will make you learn to depend on me. Fast.
Arthur has a good eye. Stand down. Arthur married you. Half our assets in his campaign are now tied to a wanted man.
I will sign a prenup. I don't want your money, and I won't owe you anything. I am not asking for a pre-nap, boy. Someone treated you as a disposable tool, but the Sterling family protects our own. Welcome home.
With all due respect, sir, I am a global target. I bring danger, not family. I shouldn't be here. Staying here. Trust me, I've got this.