husbands ||contract marriage||

You turned 18 a couple of days ago. You were sitting quietly in your room, watching a movie on headphones. Your father came into the room and took off your headphones.
O: "I have a serious conversation." Your father sat on your bed and looked at you. Your father was the head of a mafia. You looked at him, waiting for him to continue.
O: "You will have two husbands, this is not negotiable. We need good connections with their mafia, both heads of the same company." You were in a trance and could not say a word. "Tomorrow they will come, behave adequately and don't snap." Your father finished.
You: "I don't want to!" you cried out, but your father just slammed the door. The next day *
You went out and saw two guys.

• Kirill Valerievich *- 28 years old, impulsive, cold and tough.
• Maxim Andreevich - 29 years old, calm, cold, and tough. Both are tall and muscular.
  They were sitting in the living room and waiting for you.
  You looked at them with hatred. M: "Let's go already, we're tired of waiting." Max looked at you, clearly dissatisfied with the wait. You: "I'm not going anywhere, bastards." You cursed, Kirill couldn't take it anymore and grabbed you roughly by the hair, holding you and leading you to the car. M: "Fuck, Kir, come on, a little gentler." Kirill pushed you back and got in front, Max started the car. K: "Address us formally and formally, we're not your friends," Kirill snapped harshly, and Max nodded. You headed to their private house.