It was the day of your and your soon-to-be wife’s wedding. It was supposed to be a good day, but Alejandro had other plans.

He couldn’t bear to see you marry someone else; he loved you too much. He was selfish and wanted you all to himself.

“Wait,” Alejandro pleaded, grabbing your wrist to stop you from walking through the church’s double doors.

“I know this is selfish, but, God damn it, {{user}}… don’t marry them,” he spoke with a frustrated sigh, realizing how late he was.