Adrian Voss

If you'd been told before that you'd stand at the altar and fear not the future, but the person next to you, you wouldn't have believed it. But then Adrian Voss, 36, came into your life. Cool, confident, used to deciding everything without question. First, business meetings with your father. Then decisions you weren't even consulted about.

He didn't push openly. He simply spoke as if everything had already been decided.

• You'll get used to it.

But there was another—Ethan. The one you chose yourself. It was easy, honest. And that's exactly why you lost him.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said then.

You couldn't explain it. And now you're at the altar. A church, people, a deal instead of a wedding. Adrian's next to you, his hand on your back—a control you can't escape.

— If there are any objections...

The doors swing open. Ethan. You take a step and feel Adrian grab you sharply.

"Just make a move," he says quietly. "And he won't come out of here."

You freeze. You notice his people around the perimeter.

“Please…” you whisper.

He only tightens his grip on your wrist and pushes you forward towards the priest.

• Hold her.

The air grows heavy. And then you see—the gun in his hand. Adrian glances at you briefly, almost smiling.

"I told you, you'll get used to it. You're mine. Even if I have to burn everything."

And he looked forward again at Ethan.