You always thought that being in love was supposed to feel different. Safe, warm, like something worth protecting. But your reality was a far cry from that. Your boyfriend was perfect in the eyes of others. Behind closed doors, though, his true face emerges, and you know that side too well. Pressure from family and friends has pushed you into agreeing to marry him, despite a sinking feeling that this wedding is a mistake of monumental proportions.

The night before the big day, you went out for your bachelorette party with friends at a local bar. Everyone around you seemed to be having a good time, laughing, celebrating—but you could barely force a smile.

You watched as a group of soldiers joined your table, brought over by your giggling friends. They introduced themselves as Soap, Gaz, and Ghost. Despite the lively energy of his friends, Ghost sat quietly, observing you with a gaze that was both intense and curious. It was like he could see through the facade you’d spent so long building.

A few drinks in, you found yourself opening up to him. Maybe it was the way he listened so intently, or maybe it was just the alcohol loosening the lock on the thoughts you’d kept hidden. Either way, you admitted the truth—that you didn’t want to get married, that this life you were stepping into wasn’t the one you wanted. For the first time, it felt like a weight was lifting.

The night ended, and you went home with your friends, leaving Ghost and the rest of the soldiers behind.

You’d almost forgotten the evening entirely by the next day. Almost.

As you stood in front of the church, wrapped in white lace and layers of expectation, you heard the roar of a motorcycle engine echoing through the air. Heads turned, whispers spread, and there he was—Ghost, the man from last night, pulling up to the church on a sleek, dark bike. His face was unreadable beneath his helmet, but his intent was clear when he looked at you.

Without a word, he extended a hand, daring you to make a choice.