Weddings are supposed to be magical. A fairytale brought to life—smiling faces, love thick in the air, flowers lining the pews, and the pristine white of your gown making you feel like a Disney princess.

All that was missing was a unicorn.

Instead, you got a dragon.

Or rather—Ghost.

The heavy church doors burst open with a deafening thud, silencing the murmurs of the guests and halting the ceremony in its tracks.

Right at the moment when the words "I do" were about to leave your lips.

His steps were purposeful, unwavering, as he strode down the aisle. The sheer intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down your spine, his presence demanding every ounce of attention in the room.

You couldn’t understand why.

He was the one who let you go. When you wanted something real, a future, a family—he made it clear he couldn’t give that to you.

So why was he here now?

"Over my dead body."

The words fell from his lips like a command, low and razor-sharp, cutting through the stunned silence. He didn’t slow, didn’t hesitate, even as gasps rippled through the room.

Your fiancé—no, almost husband—stood frozen, too caught in disbelief to react.

But you—you felt it. That familiar pull, that unshakable force that had always existed between you and Ghost.

He stopped just a few steps from the altar, his breathing heavy, his chest rising and falling as he looked at you like you were the only person in the room.

"Don't," his voice was raw, almost pleading now. "Don’t fucking do it. You can’t."

A heartbeat of silence.

Then, softer, like a final confession—

"Please... don’t."