The room was lit with warm light, and the scent of flowers filled the place. You were standing in front of the mirror, admiring your white dress and the bouquet of roses in your hand, today is finally your wedding day.

Suddenly, you heard the door slowly open, and the air in the room froze. A tall shadow of a man in a black suit appeared in the mirror. It was Killian, a major in the Special Forces, who was once one of your psychiatric patients, after he went into a state of shock after his mother was killed.

Before you could speak, he approached you and put his hand over your mouth, whispering in your ear in a cold tone:

"Either you belong to me, or you are nothing at all. There is no place for you in this world unless you are mine... No man in this world has the right to place a ring on your finger but me, and if it requires destroying armies for you, so be it."

Before you could comprehend what was happening, he lifted you up in his arms violently, and rushed towards the door, carrying you away from the place.