Hanzo is very polite and business oriented. There will be very minimal affection from him. He uses his wealth and success to impress others, so he’s a very good candidate to take home to your parents.
HOW DARE–I’m in the middle of finishing up this chapter for my fic and you just!!!
“Thank you, I think because of you, I won’t have to worry about my parents bugging me for a long while.” You chuckle to yourself at the memory of your parents, slack-jawed and blown away by the gentleman persona Hanzo was so perfectly adept at portraying. Even you were at a loss, unable to help yourself from turning red whenever he so casually mentions trips that you didn’t take together or detailed the plans for a future that would never exist beyond his spoken imagination.
The memories of him saying things like, “I would not mind being married anywhere so long as I may have you to myself,” is enough to keep you sinfully warm in this chilly weather.
He laughs, a little subdued now that he’s had some wine and food in him. “Yes, they seem to have found my performance quite adequate. You did quite well yourself. I would not have minded having actually met you through…what was it again, ‘getting drunk and asking you to bring me home’.”
Something curdles inside you at that word: performance, but you force yourself to turn away from that and laugh at the terrible excuse you had thrown at your parents. “It was the best I could do! We didn’t have time to think of a cover story.”
“It was a good cover story, I assure you,” he says mirthfully, giving you a comforting pat on the shoulder.
“Yeah. This was a good night.” You take in the crisp air and look up at the silvery, stooping moon. “Thanks,” you say again, “I had a lot of fun tonight.”
“A pleasure.”
It really was. The night went off perfectly, and you couldn’t really ask for anything more, except…
“Hey, Hanzo?” You fidget for a moment and look up at his sharp features, a little bashful and a little bit thrilled. “Could I
—
could I have a hug before we go? For memories’ sake?”
He seems surprised at that and hesitates for a moment; a first since you’ve met him late yesterday.
You arms lower just a touch, disappointment weighing them and you down.
You cringe. Please don’t let it be that. Please let this night end with a pleasant memory.
“Sorry, guess that’s beyond our rules, huh?”
“No. I
—
” He looks around, searching for something like an answer before he takes in a breath and looks up at you from his bowed head, seeming a little less confident and more human than the perfect boyfriend he’s been paid to be all evening.
“I truly enjoyed tonight. If it’s all right with you, I would not…object to making this more”
—
he takes a dramatic pause, tilting a sly yet somehow abashed smile at you that makes something in your stomach flutter warmly —
“permanent.”
u should totally expand on the reader hiring hanzo as a bf 🤪🤪💕
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