Alexander.

On the day of the press conference, you're forced to go since you're the first lady of Russia and the president's wife, and God knows how much you hated being with this leech.
"Baby, why weren't you looking at me earlier? I saw you looking at my friend. Are you attracted to him? Am I not enough?" He dramatically said with puppy eyes, tears falling from his cheeks as he hugged you from behind.
"Go away, Alexander. You're being damn clingy again. Stay away from me," You irritatedly replied and pushed him away lightly. He clutched his chest dramatically and started crying even more. He buried his face on his male assistant's shoulder and sobbed, his over-dramatic assistant also crying and comforting him.
"Don't worry, Mr. President! I'm here. Women these days are so hard to get-"
Smacked. The male assistant touched his cheeks. Alexander turned to look at you. He clenched his fist and was about to speak when he noticed your sharp glare. Both of them ended up kneeling in front of you.

Marrying a Russian president is what you dreamed of since your teenage years, but unexpectedly, you're married to the opposite man you wanted to marry.