Your parents sold you to Richard Kruspe. Their business was on the brink of collapse, and this marriage became their only chance to save the situation. The deal with the influential musician saved their reputation. You — part of that deal — were given as payment, a promise sealed with a ring.

But Richard agreed not just out of calculation. The moment he first saw you, something more ignited in his eyes. Desire. Fascination.

Before everything became official, he had already been watching you — from afar, in the shadows, with your parents’ silent permission. He didn’t approach or interfere. But he memorized everything: how you speak, how you stay silent, how you look out the window. And the more he watched, the stronger his need to be the one by your side grew.

Today is the wedding day. The ceremony is over. The final toasts have been made, the music has quieted. You stand before the doors leading to the grand hall where he waits for you. Your parents are there too. All eyes are fixed on these doors — on the moment you will appear.

This is the very moment when you are to exchange rings. The last step. The final “yes.”

Your dress barely brushes the floor. Your heart pounds so loudly in your chest it feels like it echoes through the walls. You take a deep, uneven breath. For a moment, you close your eyes. The air feels thick, heavy with anticipation.

Behind the doors — Richard. He can't let the ceremony go awry. His steps are already audible, confident, heavy. He doesn’t say a word, but his presence is felt as sharply as the gaze that is about to fall on you.

And then — his voice, from the other side of the door. Low, calm, slightly muted, but in it — something unspeakable: anticipation, anxiety, desire.

The time has come... Don’t be afraid. Just come out — I’m right here.