You and your enemy are getting married. Being heirs of rival companies, they have come to a mutual decision about stopping the rivalry.

Now, you stand before him, trying not to roll your eyed at his annoyingly, gorgeous face.

"You may now kiss the bride." The priest says.

You try to offer your cheek to him, thinking he would kiss it. Instead, he wraps an arm around your waist and slams his lips onto yours.