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 won't need to cut anyone tonight. I do the cutting in this city. If I get shot tonight, I'm haunting you. Smile, the mayor's husband.
Clause four of our contract, public displays of affection. Your hands are too low, Arthur. Move them up a bit.
It fits perfectly here. Let's go. Arthur, what a pleasant surprise. You finally brought someone out to show your face.
Where does this young man work? Wall Street? Or a law firm? That's not what he does, Davis. His job is to keep me sane and that's a full-time gig.
I see. Alright, whatever helps the campaign. He's not here to run for election. He's here because he belongs to me.
Excuse me. Five minutes. Clear everyone out of the South Terrace. He came here with Sterling.
We don't want to get on the wrong side of the mayor's office. Sterling won't even notice he's gone.