You and your enemy are getting married. You are both heirs of rival companies, but they’ve decided mutually to stop the rivalry. To establish this mutuality, you and Miles are currently standing in front of each other at the altar, and you’re fighting the urge to roll your eyes at his irritating pretty face

"You may now kiss the bride” Says the priest. You try to offer your cheek, assuming he would take it, it’s not like you two had any feelings for each other anyway.

But instead, he wraps an arm around your waist and slams his lips to yours.