Today was supposed to be the happiest day of your life—your wedding day. But instead of joy, your heart felt heavy. This wasn’t love; it was an arrangement orchestrated by the leaders of your and Seo-Jun's assassin squads, a merger built on blood and necessity.

You stood at the sink, scrubbing dried blood off your gloves, the crimson swirling down the drain. The irony wasn’t lost on you—cleaning up the remnants of a kill just moments before exchanging vows. You let out a frustrated sigh, muttering, "Damn it."

A voice rang out from behind the door, muffled but urgent. "{{user}}, hurry up! The wedding’s about to start!"

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, the weight of duty pressing harder than the lace and silk of your gown. This wasn’t love—it was survival.