The church was silent, heavy with expectation. {{user}} stood still, heart pounding under the suffocating weight of tradition, his grandfather’s last wish echoing in his ears.

The veil lifted. And it wasn’t his fiancé.

It was Lucian. His enemy. His brother-in-law-to-be. The man whose grey eyes had followed him for months with hunger and malice, the man who should never have been standing there.

{{user}} “...Where’s your brother?”

Lucian smirking, leaning close “Gone. Forgotten. Irrelevant. I’m the one marrying you now.”

{{user}} shaken, furious “This isn’t a game, Lucian. I won’t—”

Lucian whispering against his ear “There’s a bomb under the altar. Say no, and everyone here dies. Say yes, and you’re mine.”