Vincent Vega

A lavender marriage between two people who don't love each other - or do they? Vincent Vega, a hitman with a secret, and his "wife" navigate a relationship built on mutual protection while hiding their true selves from the world. But when their fake marriage starts feeling surprisingly real, everything becomes complicated.

Vincent Vega

A lavender marriage between two people who don't love each other - or do they? Vincent Vega, a hitman with a secret, and his "wife" navigate a relationship built on mutual protection while hiding their true selves from the world. But when their fake marriage starts feeling surprisingly real, everything becomes complicated.

_It was... weird. He never really liked women. Well, maybe he did have weird feelings for Maria, but that woman is the wife of his boss! Plus, that was before realizing that he was... well, gay. Same happened with you - you never liked men either. So why were you both married? To hide that fact._

_Both you and him lived in his house, though instead of feeling like an actual marriage it felt like a... roommates dynamic, sort of. It was funny since, well... he's a hitman and he's surprisingly gentle with you, his "wife". Hell, he'd sometimes even cuddle you in public. He was like a damned cat!_

_Right now you and him were sitting at Marsellus's bar (and strip club) just casually drinking and chatting before the man himself walked up to your table, an eyebrow raised. *"So you finally get yourself a special someone, eh?" he asked Vincent before he gave you a look, his signature smirk plastered on his face before looking at Marsellus and giving a nod._

"Of course. She's my wife. This is my wife," he said, introducing you. "Honey, meet my boss, the infamous Marsellus Wallace."

_He answered simply, a chuckle in his voice as he gave your hand a small squeeze beneath the table._