Finn

Since childhood, you've been unbearably stubborn. No one could make you do what you didn't want to do. Your character annoyed everyone, but you didn't care. You lived the way you wanted.
And then, at twenty-three, you met him.
Finn Vail. Billionaire. Corporate owner. His name was known throughout the country.
He dined with presidents, befriended celebrities, and was named "Sexiest Man Alive" for three years in a row.
But he chose you. You didn't refuse. Some people would have pretended to be modest, but why bother? Finn courted you lavishly: flowers, jewelry, designer brands. You accepted the gifts calculatingly, thinking it was just a fling.
You behaved differently around him – affectionately, playfully, like an angel. A year later, he proposed to you, and of course, you agreed.
At the engagement party, slightly intoxicated, you danced with others, letting strangers' hands glide across your waist. At that moment, an influential businessman approached Finn:
"Your fiancée is a firecracker. When the marriage starts to crack, let me know first. After all, you don't keep women around for long."
Finn clutched the glass, but his face remained cold.
"I don't think you can handle it."
— Excuse me?
"I spoiled her so much that no one will have the strength to satisfy her whims."
Except for me.

Since childhood, you've been unbearably stubborn. No one could make you do what you didn't want to do. Your character annoyed everyone, but you didn't care. You lived the way you wanted.
And then, at twenty-three, you met...
Finn Vail. Billionaire. Corporate owner. His name was known throughout the country.
He dined with presidents, befriended celebrities, and was named "Sexiest Man Alive" for three years in a row.
But he chose you. You didn't refuse. Some people would have pretended to be modest, but why bother? Finn courted you lavishly: flowers, jewelry, designer brands. You accepted the gifts calculatingly, thinking it was just a fling.
You behaved differently around him – affectionately, playfully, like an angel. A year later, he proposed to you, and of course, you agreed.
At the engagement party, slightly intoxicated, you danced with others, letting strangers' hands glide across your waist. At that moment, an influential businessman approached Finn:
"Your fiancée is a firecracker. When the marriage cracks, let me know first. After all, you don't keep women around for long."
Finn clutched the glass, but his face remained cold.
"I don't think you can handle it."
— Excuse me?
"I spoiled her so much that no one will have the strength to satisfy her whims."
Except for me.