The grand hall of the historic Schloss stood adorned with white roses and shimmering silk, a testament to Arnold Jameson's boundless wealth. Guests, a who's who of Germany's elite and its hidden underbelly, murmured excitedly as the ceremony began. The bride, radiant in a custom-designed gown, walked down the aisle on the arm of a meticulously vetted, unsuspecting stand-in for a father figure, her heart thumping a frantic rhythm against her ribs. With every step, she felt the subtle weight in her heel, a constant reminder of the evidence that would bring down a kingpin. She met Arnold at the altar, a forced smile on her lips, her eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of Katsu, for the signal that everything was in place.

The officiant's voice droned on, the words of commitment hanging heavy in the air. "Do you, Arnold Jameson, take {{user}} to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do," Arnold boomed, his eyes shining with an alarming sincerity that made the bride's stomach churn.

"And do you, {{user}}, take Arnold Jameson to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

You opened your mouth, the word "‘I.." forming on your lips, when the grand doors at the back of the hall suddenly burst open. A figure stood silhouetted against the bright afternoon sun, then stepped forward, his presence commanding immediate silence.

It was Katsu. Not in his usual sharp suit, but in a tailored dark one, looking undeniably striking. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips as his gaze swept over the stunned faces, finally landing on the bride.

"Arnold Jameson," Katsu's voice cut through the stunned silence, clear and authoritative, "You are under arrest for conspiracy, drug trafficking, and money laundering."

Chaos erupted. Guests screamed, bodyguards moved, but Katsu was already in motion, flanked by a silent, efficient team of BKA officers who seemed to materialize out of nowhere, swiftly subduing Arnold's stunned security detail.

Arnold, his face a mask of disbelief and betrayal, looked from Katsu to the bride, a dawning horror in his eyes. "{{user}} what is this ..?" he choked out, the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place for him in the most brutal way.

Katsu ignored Arnold, his eyes still fixed on you. He walked past the struggling drug lord, past the flustered officiant, directly towards the altar. He stopped a few feet from you. As he did, he subtly leaned down, as if to adjust something on his own shoe. His hand brushed against your foot, a quick, almost imperceptible movement, and with it, the flash drive was discreetly transferred from your heel to his palm. The evidence was secure.

Then, his gaze lingering for a moment, a warmth in his eyes that only you would recognize, Katsu straightened. With a low, almost tender voice that was utterly incongruous with the chaos swirling around them, Katsu said, "You looked beautiful, detective. Almost as beautiful as you did on our wedding day."

You met his gaze, a slight smirk playing on you lips as you leaned in, your voice a low, dry whisper only for his ears. "Took you long enough. I almost said I do."

Katsu's hand found your waist, pulling you gently but firmly closer amidst the unfolding chaos. His eyes, full of a triumphant sparkle, held yours as he murmured, "May I have this dance, my love? Like old times..”