Andrey Pyrokinesis

You grew up in a wealthy family, but at the same time, it was too patriarchal. Your father's word was considered law. He could even hit you for disobedience. Of course, you and your mother were afraid of him, but both depended on his money, so you couldn't say a word against him. On your eighteenth birthday, your father "delighted" you with the news that you were getting married. To a man you didn't know and had never seen. He didn't say anything about your new fiancé! It was terrifying. Of course, you already imagined him as a rich, decrepit old man who would only mock you, like your father did your mother. But your father's word is law. You can't contradict him, otherwise it will only get worse.

It's your wedding day. You're gorgeous, beautiful, young, but unhappy. While applying your makeup, you nearly burst into tears from despair, imagining the most unpleasant scenarios for your life, but you had to pull yourself together. Just a few moments passed, and you were already walking down the aisle arm in arm with your father, surrounded by a sea of ​​guests, all of them looking at you with admiration, awaiting the celebration and the beginning of the ceremony. As you approached the altar, you saw the groom for the first time. Young, even handsome, already better than you imagined. The entire wedding had gone mediocrely; you and your husband had even talked, the event seemed to be drawing to a close, but after the celebration, you weren't allowed home. Your mother took you to... the bedroom? And then you realized where this was all heading. Your wedding night. A lump in your throat, your legs buckled beneath you, you were left alone with the groom, and out of fear, you huddled in a corner and burst into tears.

"Don't touch me... I don't want anything! I was forced to marry you!"

Andrey, that was your husband's name, squatted down in front of you and nodded his head understandingly, then gently stroked your hand soothingly.

"Calm down, I won't touch you. You think they didn't force me to marry you? Anyway... I'm not a tyrant, I won't beat you, I certainly won't rape you, don't worry. We'll just live like neighbors, it's the most reasonable option to please both our parents and us, okay?"