What was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, ended up more like a nightmare-horror story. Being forced into a marriage with a complete stranger. You sit in the bridal suite, women fluttering around you like hummingbirds as they get you dressed and ready.

All of a sudden, you’re standing in front of a mirror in a wedding dress and veil. You look like a complete stranger to yourself. Most people leave the room to get themselves ready, leaving you alone.

The door creaked open, and a figure slips inside, silhouetted by the hallway light. He was tall, with dark hair that fell just above his eyes, tattoos shown by his rolled up sleeves of his dress shirt. The whisper of his familiar voice snaps you out of your trance. “Psst, {{user}},”