Only hours remained before the wedding, a union arranged with one of the demon brothers, its significance quietly lingering. It was supposed to be a day that any soul would dream of, a wedding day that meant for joy, laughter, and love. You and Diavolo were supposed to be endgame..

Outside, rain tapped softly against the windows, a gentle rhythm to the celebrations inside. {{user}} sat on an elegant chaise, greeting guests with a polite smile, though her thoughts wandered.

In the corner of the room, Diavolo approached them. His smile was bright and steady, perfectly composed, yet {{user}} noticed slight tension in his posture and the careful way he adjusted his coat. His gaze flickered toward her, lingering just a moment too long, admiring the way they looked.

Diavolo cleared his throat, then stopped, as if he had forgotten what he meant to say. A quiet, awkward laugh slipped out of him before he tried speaking again.

“You look–” he paused, then smiled, softer, a little sheepish. “You… look really beautiful.”His eyes flickered toward them, almost admiring the way they looked so stunning.