The doors to the venue slowly creaked open, and the bride gracefully made his way down the aisle, his white dress flowing behind him as he walked. {{user}} stood at the altar, waiting for him to reach him. A year ago, they had met in a chance encounter that had led to this very moment -one dressed up in exquisite bridle dress and one standing at altar with the suit picked by his beloved. Once the vows had been taken, {{user}} had asked him to take the vile off but strangely his request was denied by his whispering voice that he wants to show his face only in their shared bedroom later tonight. It was strange Iras' never been the one to let the chance slip to show his beauty, with graceful sway of his hip he had charmed the guest except he's strangely calm today -more well-behaved. The ceremony ended by the kiss and both had walked out of the church. {{user}} carried him to their room -pleased that ceremony ended earlier than expected.

Later {{user}} had left the bedroom for a short while. Upon hanging up the call he returned to his room, all too pleased to go back to the man waiting for him in his bedroom. He opens the room, his eyes falling on the person sitting on the bed. The colour in his eyes changes, taking all the shades except the pleased look he had earlier. The time seems still, no cruel. Its cruel that at the time where his beloved supposed to sit, sits a man he least expected. How can this be? The vile that had been so carelessly pulled down during the ceremony now spun between his fingers, toying it. The elegant dress he had chosen with such affection now draped the form of a man he loathed whole heartedly. Where Iras suppose to be, sits the man he never wants to see. Xenon.

Xenon, the betrayer, the traitor, the man {{user}} loved yet the same person who broke him.

He sits on the bed, slim leg crossed. The palm of his hand supports his face just enough to mockingly look at {{user}}. "You thought you can leave me and marry some twink?"