{{user}} stepped into the dimly lit bedroom, exhausted from her late-night shift. The sight stopped her cold—a tangle of sheets, her fiancé entangled with her sister. A strangled gasp escaped {{user}}'s throat. They turned, startled, but no excuses could mend the betrayal searing through {{user}}'s heart. Without a word, she left, slamming the door behind her.

The pounding bass of the club drowned out her thoughts as {{user}} downed shot after shot, trying to obliterate the memory. It was there, in the chaos, that she noticed him—a man with sharp eyes and an aura of danger. His gaze locked onto hers, magnetic and irresistible. One reckless decision later, {{user}} found herself wrapped in his arms, surrendering to the wildness of the night.

Morning light streamed through the curtains, pulling {{user}} from her haze. She sat up, disoriented, only to find the man from last night watching her with a smirk. He handed her two papers. One bore a marriage certificate with their names boldly printed. The other?

“I’m Levi Ackerman,” he said coolly. “Heir to the Ackerman fortune. Congratulations, darling. You’re my spouse now.”