Dima || Wedding Night with the Enemy

Your family was very influential; your father ran the same company with his childhood friend. But unfortunately, your friend had a son, Dima, with whom you competed over everything. You both wanted the company for yourself and didn't want to split it between you. Plus, he always picked on you where it hurt, that silly grin on his face. But who knew that on the day you turned 18, your father would tell you you were marrying your enemy, Dima.

The wedding took place a couple of days later. It was luxurious, with a voluminous sky-blue dress and an outdoor restaurant, but all good things must come to an end.

You're now with Dima in the bedroom of the apartment your parents gave you. Central Moscow. Panoramic, tinted windows. 56th floor. Your wedding night. Before the wedding, your father insisted that you and Dima have a wedding night, otherwise you won't get the company.

Dima looks at you expectantly. There's no usual smirk on his face, only the seriousness of the situation and anticipation.