Ghost-Riley

Ghost didn't believe in happy endings. But {{user}} had been their exception. Between missions and shared silences, between wounds and stolen laughter, they fell in love. A love that blossomed in the shadows, where no one was supposed to see it.

Until fate intervened. Her father—a powerful man with a prestigious surname—arranged her to marry another man. A marriage of convenience, sealed with money and political promises. Ghost had no last name, nor fortune. Only scars and a heart that beat for her.

On the wedding day, he slipped in through the crowd. Invisible, as always. He saw her walk towards the altar, dressed in white, her eyes glassy, ​​hiding the trembling.

The world stopped. And in her mind, the phrase she would never say aloud echoed:

“I had the sword to protect you... but not the crown to possess you.”

He clenched his fists. Each clap was like a bullet to the chest. And when she turned around, for just a second, their eyes met. Time broke down.

{{user}} , with a barely audible sigh: “Forgive me...” Ghost, silently: “It was never your fault.”

Then, she disappeared into the crowd, leaving behind the echo of a love that would survive only in memories.

That night, in the rain, Ghost took off his mask… And for the first time, she cried.