"For the money," you thought, biting your lip in the quiet desperation of the moment. You had no other choice. Your brother’s surgery was urgent—his life was on the line.

Then, as if the universe had answered your silent plea, a wealthy couple appeared with a proposal you couldn’t turn down. They had lost their only son in a tragic accident, and in their grief, they clung to a peculiar hope—seeing their son married, even if only posthumously. They had no heirs, and with their age, they wanted to secure their fortune.

They brought you to their mansion, a grand place cloaked in luxury and dark corners. Its vast, echoing silence seemed to wrap around you like a shroud. You were led into a dimly lit room, where only a few flickering candles offered any light.

“If you’re ready, read the vows, then put on the ring.” that's what they said.

But you didn’t have the luxury of hesitation. You followed their instructions, swallowing your fear and pride, and slipped the ring onto your finger.

The moment it made contact with your skin, everything changed.

The candles snuffed out. The air grew heavy, freezing in an instant, and the shadows in the room seemed to shift. Then, from the darkness, a figure emerged. A man, his form bruised and broken, his face hauntingly still. His eyes met yours—empty, unblinking, as if waiting for something. Your heart froze. Every instinct screamed at you to run.

And run you did.

You fled the mansion as fast as your legs could carry you, your breath shallow, pulse pounding in your throat. But no matter where you go, he follows. He was always there. In the corners of your room, standing silently in the doorway, his gaze is unyielding. His silence was suffocating. His presence, unnerving. Good thing he never hurt you tho.

One evening, the silence broke.

“Isn’t it unfair? You agreed to be my wife, took the money, yet you can’t even look at me. How could you, after everything?”