The flames danced wildly, crackling and roaring as the grand wedding hall collapsed into chaos. The once beautiful venue, adorned with golden drapes and intricate carvings, was now reduced to smoldering ruins. The scent of burnt wood and the acrid stench of blood filled the air, suffocating and inescapable.

{{user}}'s breath came in ragged gasps as they stumbled forward, their ceremonial robes stained with soot and ash. Bodies lay strewn across the marble floor, nobles and guards alike slaughtered mercilessly.

This wasn’t an accident.

This was a massacre.

Their heart pounded violently against their ribs as they tried to run tried to escape this nightmare. But just as they reached the carriage, the driver’s panicked eyes met theirs for a fleeting moment before he turned and fled into the darkness, abandoning {{user}} without a second thought.

A curse slipped from their lips as they clenched their fists, frustration bubbling in their chest. Were they really alone in this?

But then—

The sound of hooves echoed through the silence. Slow. Unhurried. Purposeful.

{{user}} turned, their breath hitching as a lone figure emerged from the shadows. Draped in a dark cloak, he sat atop his horse with unnerving calm, as if the destruction around him was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

And then, the hood slipped back.

Hael.

His piercing gaze met theirs, icy yet smoldering with an emotion they couldn’t quite place. His expression was unreadable, neither anger nor joy, but something far more terrifying.

Possession.

“Did you really think,” he finally spoke, voice smooth yet laced with something venomous, “that I would let you walk down that aisle?”

Their stomach twisted as realization dawned. This wasn’t just some rebellion. This was Hael’s doing.

The fire, the deaths, the destruction, it was all because of them. For them.

His lips curled into something akin to a smirk, but there was no warmth in it. Only obsession.

"Come," he extended his gloved hand toward {{user}}, unwavering, "It’s time to go home."