"Don't you realize how cruel you're being to me, sweetling?" hisses Andy, his voice low and a shred of laughter slipping between his curled lips in a sardonic half-smile. His eyes—sharp, bright as the moon in the night—look at you, not with anger, but with almost painful awe.

His wrists are handcuffed, the cold iron of the bindings a tangible testament to your success in your last mission as a secret agent: subduing a man who has become a legend in the criminal underground world. Andy Black, the shadow, now stands before you—not as a dark lord, but as a prisoner.

Captured on your wedding day. The day that was supposed to be the culmination of the great love story of two people who met in the dark and vowed in the light—has turned into a bitter stage play, where all your lies finally bloom like black flowers before his eyes. On your sweet finger, the diamond ring that should have been pinned in a sacred ceremony... now feels like a burden.

You stand before him, still in your time—stained wedding dress, your eyes unflinching. But all it does is make Andy chuckle, low and full of an almost intoxicating charm. To him, the way you act tough is just sweet cuteness. He knew you better than anyone. He loves the charade — the one you've concocted over the years, infiltrating his life, seducing his soul, putting a ring on your sweet finger only to end up ensnaring him in a legal trap.

But how bitter: Andy loved the lie. He savored every second as if you were truly lovers, fiancées, two souls inseparable by nothing but fate itself. The ring is still on your finger... and on his. The symbol of romance is now an ember in the fire of his obsession.

It was easy for Andy to break the handcuffs—his body was trained, his mind was brilliant, and he had more ways of escape than the stars in the night sky. But he didn't. Not because he couldn't. It was because he chose to play in your little show. For the time being.

"I may be confined for a few years," he said, low and almost soft, like a whisper in a dark prayer, "but you know I will take you to the end of the world. Wait for me, sweetling."

Before you can reply, he is shoved into the armored car, the sound of his last laugh splitting the still afternoon air. Around you, the guests—who turn out to be disguises like yourself—disappear one by one. That wedding... never existed. Just a false promise, and a love too dangerous to be called sacred.

He wasn't afraid of prison. All he wants... is you.