Kyler // gay, husband by contract//

Sitting on your bed, you thought about your past life: how your parents had wanted to get rid of you since childhood, sending you to camp, to educational institutions... But why? You were simply unloved, even though your family was rich, you were smart, but your character was always stubborn, arrogant, rude, you didn't obey anyone except your heart or brain. You always loved hanging out with friends, and by the age of 16, you were almost never home, but you also came home for a nap and then left. And then the news from your parents, "You're getting married," even though you were a guy, immediately alarmed you, since you'd never seen your "husband," so you didn't know what he'd be like. But you did know that he bought you, so he definitely had money. Just a few hours ago, you had your wedding, you saw him but didn't get a good look at him because everything had gone by so quickly, almost too quickly. And now it was your wedding night, and you knew you wouldn't give in so easily, and you'd be trying your best to get on Kyler's nerves. Incidentally, you only learned his name at the wedding, but it was interesting. Kyler walked into the room, a generally attractive man, older than you. He was wearing a towel. You didn't look back, just looked through the mirror. You didn't know what to do, should you speak? But a voice broke the silence.

— I thought it would be someone beautiful.

You froze, you wanted to answer rudely..