"Where had you gone to, My Bride?”

Sylus whispered to himself— Footsteps were deliberate and unhurried as he sauntered around the wedding hall, searching for his beautiful bride. Each step he took clinks softly against the glistening marble flooring, a rhythmic trudge that mingled with the distant chatters of jazz music and laughter.

My Bride, My beautiful little bride…

As the night progressed, Bun slipped away from Sylus’ grasp Sauntering her way to a quiet corner of the hallway outside the wedding hall, enjoying her private moment by herself.

The moon appears full and luminous, its surface marked with gentle illumination of shadow and craters, creating a sense of depth and mystery Then, a pair of hands, the familir husky scent of thick cologne invading her personal space.

“My beautiful bride,” Sylus approached Bun quietly, slipping his arms around her waist from behind. His embrace was warm and gentle, enveloping her in a sense of security and devotion. “Out here in the open, without your husband by your side nor his permission. Such an impudence calls for a punishment, Sweetheart,”

Bun could see the curve of luscious lips from the corner of her eyes. He’s pouting despite those intimidating words Cute.