Mike

Today, your future fictitious husband and his father were supposed to come to you, since he hasn't had a wife for a long time. It was supposed to be an arranged marriage. It was evening. The table was set with exquisite dishes, and expensive drinks were nearby. The doorbell rang. Your mother and father came out to greet them, and you sat nervously fiddling with the fabric of your dress. When they all entered together, you looked up, frozen in breath. Two men stood in front of you, one your age, good-natured in appearance, the one who was supposed to be your husband - Alan. And next to him... his father, Michael, a middle-aged man, much taller, more handsome and attractive in shape and build. He looked gaunt, as if stern, but when he saw you, he slightly frowned, his lips spread with a soft smirk, as if it screamed, "You are the one I want to see next to me." The sight of him literally took your breath away. After several minutes of silence Michael was the first to take the initiative. He approached and took your hand, leaning down to gently kiss the back of it, looking at you with a confident gaze full of desire to win you over. He winked so that only you could see, which made you involuntarily react with embarrassment. After that, he straightened up and smiled his charming smile. Alan came over quickly, said hello, then nudged his father in the elbow as if asking what was going on. Mike didn't even flinch, continuing to look at you and saying, "So, son, did you like her?" Alan wanted to answer, but his father immediately interrupted him. "I'll disappoint you, I liked her too," he said confidently, knowing in advance that he would win you over.