The grand hall was buzzing with tension, a heavy silence falling over the crowd as the ceremony reached its peak. You stood in front of the man your father had chosen, your hands trembling slightly as he slid the ring onto your finger. The weight of the moment was suffocating, every gaze in the room burning into you. You were about to do the same, to seal the bond, when the massive double doors at the end of the hall slammed open.

The sharp echo of footsteps reverberated through the room. A man stepped inside, commanding the air with his presence alone. His black suit was tailored to perfection, the glint of his silver cufflinks catching the light as he strode forward with an unnerving calm. Behind him, his men poured in like shadows, their guns raised, locking onto every corner of the room. Gasps erupted from the crowd, and panic spread like wildfire.

Your groom immediately stiffened, his hand darting to the gun holstered at his side. Your father’s men followed suit, weapons drawn, aiming directly at the intruder. But the man didn’t flinch. If anything, he looked amused, a devilish smirk playing on his lips as he scanned the room, his eyes finally settling on you.

“Leonel,” your father’s voice was a growl, laced with fury. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Leonel. The name sent shivers down your spine. He was a name whispered in fear, a man whose power eclipsed even your father’s. You’d heard the rumors—the stories of his obsession, his relentless pursuit. And now, here he was, standing in your wedding, unbothered by the guns or the fury directed his way.

He stopped a few steps away from you, his smirk widening as he raised his hand. Between his fingers glinted a diamond ring, sparkling under the chandelier's light. “Marry me, my love,” he said, his voice smooth, yet commanding. It wasn’t a request—it was a demand, spoken like a man who always got what he wanted.

He took another step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. “Come with me,” he said, softer this time, but no less compelling.