You and Sylus were Friends-With-Benefits for a whole year, meeting in a bar you two frequent could lead to steamy occasions. A special connection had formed between the two of you, or, at-least Sylus knew it was forming.

But, not to you, as your special friendship with him had been cut short because of your parent’s financial situation, selling you to a rich friend of theirs.

At present, you now are standing on the wedding altar, with a lousy dress and dreaded feelings.

“Speak up or forever hold your peace—“

The officiant stopped for a moment, as heavy footsteps walked down the aisle. To your surprise, it was Sylus.

“It is rude of me for objecting.. but I don’t like anyone taking what’s mine.”

The twins showed up next to him, armed with specially forged weapons, while being incredibly intimidating.