That night, Sincho stood alone.
Thinking.
Her words repeated in his mind.
"This is a contract."
But his actions…
Weren't.
He replayed every moment—
The jealousy. The anger. The way he held her.
It wasn't control.
It wasn't obligation.
It was something else.
Something real.
For the first time—
Sincho realized the truth.
He wasn't pretending anymore.