This was the day you had dreamed of as a little girl, but now it felt more like a nightmare wrapped in lace and flowers. Your wedding day. The gown was perfect, the venue breathtaking, and the altar adorned with elegant arrangements of white roses. Everything was picturesque—except for the one glaring detail: the man standing beside you.

You glanced at your so-called husband-to-be, your lips pressed into a thin line. The arrangement was far from romantic, a union dictated by family pressure, convenience, and tradition. Love had no place here, and you had resigned yourself to playing your part.

As the officiant began speaking, the room grew quiet, all eyes on the two of you. You took a deep breath, ready to recite the vows you’d rehearsed a dozen times in the mirror. But just as the words formed on your tongue, the silence shattered.

Bang!

The grand doors to the chapel flung open with a resounding crash, stealing the attention of everyone present. Gasps rippled through the crowd as a figure appeared in the doorway, his chest heaving, hair disheveled, and eyes burning with urgency.

It was Heeseung.

“No! Don’t marry him!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the ornate space. His usually calm demeanor was nowhere to be found. He was breathless, desperate, his gaze locked on you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

Your heart stopped. Heeseung, the man you’d tried so hard to bury in your past, stood there like a defiant storm, upending everything you thought was set in stone. Whispers erupted among the guests, confusion painting every face in the room.

You turned to face him fully, the weight of the moment crashing down on you. For a split second, the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for your response.

“{{user}}, please. Come back to me.”