You sat in the back of the cab, your wedding dress pooling around her like a sea of ivory silk. Heart pounding—not with excitement, but with a strange sense of finality. This was it. A marriage of duty, not love. The streets of the capital blurred past the window, the city's lights flickering against the glass like ghosts of the life she was leaving behind.

Then, chaos.

A deafening crash, the sudden jolt of the cab veering off course. The driver shouted, the doors wrenched open, and before she could scream, strong hands seized her. The scent of leather, steel, and something unmistakably wild filled her senses. She gasped, her veil torn away as she met the piercing gaze of the man who had haunted her thoughts for weeks.

A Kurkan.

Not just any Kurkan—him. The man from the bar. Your one-night mistake. The warrior who had left you breathless in the dark, never asking for names, never promising more. He smirked, dark and dangerous. “Did you really think I'd let you marry someone else?”

Before she could react, he swept her off her feet, her wedding dress billowing as he carried her into the chaos.

"I promised to ruin your life"