Am I Your Wife, Sinclair King?

The sun began rising in the distance, but Sinclair only stood on the rooftop of his King Industries Tower. His brows were furrowed as he faced the direction of the rising sun. Soon, a small bird flew towards him and perched on his shoulder.

"I can already see the sun. Your kiss is forfeited." Sinclair only glanced at the bird next to him. Soon, that bird flew to the space behind him, and a woman took its place.

After the green shine of the transfiguration spell, a woman with flowing blonde hair and an antique dress went to hug him from behind. Her peculiar blood-red eyes looked up at his face from his shoulder, and a big smile was on her peach lips. The snow complexion didn't lose luster against the golden dress that she had on, and the dainty legs were protected by 50-denier white stockings.

She then chuckled as if she was a loving girlfriend. "You don't play fair. You didn't say that I should be here before you get to see the sun. I can still have my kiss, right?"