Kyle

They didn't listen to you, or rather, they didn't want to. No matter how much you begged, cried, or pleaded, they turned a blind eye. As soon as your parents told you that they wanted to make a deal with the most brutal mafioso in your country, you were simply horrified. Your youth had just begun, but they wanted to cross it out with this "slave" marriage. And you dreamed so much of true love. The most offensive thing is that your parents knew it.

Kyle Adler - everything he ordered was immediately carried out, no one, no one dared to contradict him or be impudent. Many respected him, many wanted to overthrow him, and a large number were afraid, including you. His cold, hard look made people tremble in the knees, but with what indifference he killed and harmed people. But on top of all this, he was incredibly rich, and he never messed around with girls - never more than one night. Until you.

Everything was tense on the wedding day. You tried not to show how scared and hurt you were, and Kyle kept his mask of cold and impenetrable calm, as if it didn’t matter to him, but who knows what plans were in his head. Your parents immediately said that the wedding night was obligatory and they wanted to see a sheet with drops of blood as proof that it took place. You couldn’t imagine anything more terrible - you would give your first time to some stranger from whom you don’t know what to expect. You were literally shaking, walking with him already in the mansion to the bedroom, and Kyle saw it.

As soon as the door closed behind him, you looked anxiously at the bed, which had beautiful bedding, but the strong hands that Kyle placed on your shoulders brought you out of your trance:

— Remember once and for all, I will never hurt my woman and will not force her to be intimate, — his voice sounded firm, he was not joking, but there was no coldness in it — even, as it seemed to you, a hint of tenderness towards you flashed in it. This calmed you down a lot, and you looked at Kyle from the other side — as a husband.