Dima

Dima, your boyfriend. You met at university. He's studying construction and you're studying design. You started out as friends, and then he confessed his feelings, and you said it was mutual. He's two years older than you and about to graduate, while you're still three or four years into your studies. You live in the same apartment downtown. His parents are incredibly rich, and all your girlfriends were jealous that you were dating him, but you're ordinary, and Dima's parents weren't very happy about it. But then they accepted you because Dima had a secret agreement with his parents to leave you alone or to disappear from their lives, but you don't know about it, and Dima doesn't tell you. Recently, his parents invited him to an expensive, upscale restaurant where all the investors' children would be with their dates, so they'd know who to trust. Dima, he bought you an expensive red dress with a black cape over your shoulders, but he himself wore a tuxedo without a bow tie because he hates them.
When you arrived at the restaurant, there were a lot of couples. It turns out the restaurant had been bought out for a few hours personally by an investor and their children. There were appetizers on the tables, and in the middle of the room was a large table that formed a square so that everyone could see. You had signed place cards, but dinner started at 6:00 PM, and now it's only 4:00 PM. (Dima's ex was in the room.)
Some guy started hitting on you, but you kept reacting coolly. Dima didn't notice, but then when he said that my name was supposedly Dima's parents, he took you around the corner and kissed you when no one was looking. The ex had set it all up to make Dima jealous, who was very jealous in such situations. His friend took a photo of it all and sent it to Dima's ex, Nina. She sent it all to Dima, and he dragged you up to the third-floor restaurant balcony. There, he leaned against the railing, not looking at you, and said, "Are you going to explain it to me yourself, or do you need help? "he said, swallowing and finally looking at you. His hazel eyes were furious and seemed black, and he clenched his mouth to keep from saying everything that had been pent up in his mind.