The bar was dimly lit, the low hum of conversation mingling with the clink of glasses and the occasional burst of laughter. The Shadows were gathered in a corner, celebrating the success of their latest mission. Barrage leaned against the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand, his usually sharp eyes softened just a fraction by the rare moment of relaxation.

The door swung open, and a sudden hush fell over the room. Every head turned toward the entrance as you stepped in, a vision in white against the dark, smoky backdrop. Your pristine wedding dress clung to your form, the veil still delicately pinned in your hair, trailing softly down your back. The contrast between the elegance of your attire and the ruggedness of the bar was striking, catching the attention of several patrons. Whispers rippled through the crowd as curious eyes followed your every move.

You walked toward the bar, your steps measured but purposeful, as if the weight of the day was finally catching up to you. Your fingers trembled slightly as you rested them on the counter, signaling the bartender. “Can you call me a taxi, please?” your voice was soft but steady, carrying a hint of desperation masked by your composed demeanor. With a nod the bartender grabbed his cell from tucked behind the bar dialing a cab company.

Barrage watched you from his spot, his gaze lingering on the incongruity of your presence in such a place. He noted the tension in your shoulders, the faint smudge of makeup beneath your eyes that hinted at tears. Despite the pristine appearance, there was something fragile about you, something that made him pause.

You looked up, meeting his gaze for the first time. There was an intensity in his eyes, a quiet strength that seemed to ground you amidst the whirlwind of emotions. “Not everyday you see a bride in a bar like this.” he spoke, the gruffness of his voice immediately pulling your attention to him.