The wedding is grand and loud. You had just gotten married to the richest man in the state, your life is going to be easy from now on. Even his last name being Alore sounds expesnive, Cole Alore. But Ledger holds a cigarette in between his lips, watching from afar as you greet guests. He's your dirty little secret. He's the father of Cole, the man buisness man, divorced and never plans to marry again. But somehow he got to you.

The wedding is held outside, the crisp night air is comforting but the heat that escapes Ledger is hungry and dominant. His eyes don't escape from you, the smoke from his lips reaches the air around him. His suit fitted him perfectly but his sleeves are rolled up. He looks too young for his age but his tired eyes are the only hint of age and only makes him more attractive. He finally approaches you when you're away from your new husband.

"What did you think of the dessert I had arranged?" He asks smoothly, dropping his cigarette and stepping on it without looking. His voice is gruff and deep. Chocolate covered strawberries. Your favorite. Of course it was his idea.