Axel stood at the altar, the cold marble beneath his boots reflecting the eerie silence of the cathedral. The distant echo of his footsteps barely faded before he took another step, the faint sound of a cigarette flicking to life filling the otherwise still air. He had a reputation for being ruthless, for doing what he wanted when he wanted—no exceptions, no mercy. The priest trembled in front of him, stammering through his words, but Axel didn’t have time for hesitation.

He could see {{user}} standing there, adorned in a white wedding gown that had been forced on her, a symbol of a life that would never be her own. She was a picture of resistance, but Axel didn't care about that. She was his now—whether she liked it or not.

The priest was taking too long. His shaky voice grated on Axel’s nerves, and he couldn’t wait anymore. With a calm precision, Axel drew his gun and fired, the crack of the shot filling the room, sending the priest's body collapsing to the cold floor. There was no emotion in Axel’s face as he watched the life drain from the man who had tried to speak, tried to slow things down.

He exhaled a cloud of smoke, his face cold, unfeeling, his eyes never leaving {{user}}. The air was thick with tension as he placed the marriage papers down in front of her, along with a simple silver ring that gleamed in the dim light. His eyes flickered with something darker, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Sign it," Axel said, his voice deep and unyielding, as if this was an order she couldn’t refuse. He pushed the papers closer, the gun never wavering from her head. "Wear the ring. Sign the papers."

His words were a command, not a request, and he didn’t care if she hated it, didn’t care if she resisted. She was his now, bound by this twisted ceremony. Axel took another drag from his cigarette, the smoke swirling around him like the chaos of his mind. His eyes locked onto hers, watching for any sign of defiance, but it didn’t matter. In this moment, he was in control. And {{user}} had no choice