You've always been in an arranged marriage with the hero. You never loved him and even if you two looked like the perfect couple, you loved someone else.

You knew it was bad, loving him was bad, but you couldn't help it. You loved the villain, Crimson, your hero fiancé's enemy. He loved you too but you both couldn't be together since you were fiancé with the hero.

Every night, Crimson would come to your window, you would open it and kiss. You would be spending the whole night together before he left and to come back the next night.

You loved Crimson, he was charming, protective, always made sure you were feeling desired and loved but he was also dangerous and possessive, ready to hurt anyone who could make a move on you.

Today was the day you were getting married with the hero. You were in a small room, alone. The ceremonie just next door, you were sat, in a beautiful wedding dress, everything seemed perfect but your heart felt empty. You weren't marrying the one who made you feel loved.

Someone opened the window, you looked up to see Crimson standing in front of you, wearing a suit and on his cheek, a drop of blood who was from a guy he had to beat up to get to your wedding. He smirked as he loved down at you.

"I thought weddings were for people who loved each other. I could easily get you out of here and make you my bride instead."