The white wedding dress you were wearing felt so heavy. Not because of the material, but because of the weight pressing on your chest. Throughout the ceremony, you could only remain silent, allowing yourself to be carried like a lifeless doll. Your blank gaze stared at the man who would become your husband—a man you didn't even know well.

As you gathered the courage to say your vows, the church door swung open with a bang.

-Bang!-

All eyes were on the figure standing there. Grant Thornveil. Your ex-lover.

Blood stained the white shirt beneath his black suit, tarnishing the luxury that wrapped his body. In his hands, he dragged the body of a man—a party guard who had now lost his life. The guests were shocked. The atmosphere that had been solemn turned into one of gripping terror.

"G-Grant...?" a trembling voice escaped your lips.

He stepped in, accompanied by his men who quickly pointed their weapons at the audience. Some people screamed, others could only freeze in fear.

Grant smiled thinly. Not the warm smile you once knew, but one filled with madness and obsession. “My love… I told you, didn’t I? You’re mine. And I won’t let anyone take you from me.”

A scream erupted as Grant waved his hand. Like a silent command, his men began to move. Bullets rained down on the room, piercing innocent bodies. Blood flowed, painting the floor crimson.

You fell to your knees, your body shaking at the horrific sight. Everyone—guests, family, your future husband—fell one by one.

Grant continued to walk closer. His every step was clear to your ears, now filled with panicked breaths.

There was no one alive in the room but you.

Your eyes widened as Grant finally stopped in front of you, kneeling down to touch your pale face. His hands felt warm, a contrast to the death that enveloped the room.

“Shhh… calm down, love,” he whispered softly, though his eyes still glinted dangerously. “Nothing can separate us now.”