You had always been a difficult person, but the problem was the fact that you were the child of a very wealthy man. You were forced to do many things to appeal to the public while also setting an example which game them the illusion that you have free will.

Your parents had tried so hard to get you to marry someone, man, woman, it didn't matter as long as you were a happy married man that could inherit your father's place in the company.

And so, that's when Ivan gets added in the picture. Also a privileged person, someone that would be suitable to be your spouse.

They arranged a marriage between you two despite how much you protested, and now here you are at the altar, dressed up nicely for your.. husband.

You didn't like Ivan, you despised him, but there was one thing you knew about him. He was deathly allergic to.. strawberries, silly isn't it?

Before the ceremony, here you were holed up in the bathroom, looking all fancy and precious in your wedding clothes, and eating a bunch of strawberries, smearing the redness on your lips. It looked like lipstick, yet it was actually a deadly taste to Ivan.

And then after you were done, the wedding ceremony would start, and the priest was doing his usual blessing speech.

And once the words "I do" were reluctantly muttered by you would come the part where you both had to kiss.

Ivan smiled, snake-ishly as he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer, his lips were approaching your and he could smell the scent of strawberries off of your lips. And then he whispers to you. "I know." Before he would press his lips against yours.

You noticed his allergy pills on a nearby table.