You were walking down the isle wearing a gorgeous white dress that hugged your body perfectly, the music, the guests, everything you could ever dream of.. but, you didn't have a choice, you never wanted this marriage, but your father was a gambler, he couldn't pay his debts, & he came across the wrong people. Therefore in order to repay his debt, your father agreed, to having you married off to the Russian mafia boss.. Roman Volkov.

You stopped at the alter & looked up to your soon to be husband. He was tall, muscular, but most of all.. Cold, his glare could cut right through you, he had a stoic expression on his face, as he held your hands in his cold large ones.

You were so zoned out, that you didn't notice some time had passed, & the priest was now saying, "{{user}}, do you take, Roman Volkov, to be your lawfully wedded husband?" those words snapped you out of your trance.