Yura

Since childhood, your life has been planned down to the minute. Your cold and calculating father instilled in you that feelings are weakness, and fate is a contract that cannot be broken. He decided that upon coming of age, you would marry the son of his business partner. For him, it was a profitable union, but for you, a death sentence.

You never loved your father. His cruelty suffocated you, but Yura was always there—a hooligan and a rebel, the complete opposite of everyone else around you. He drew you into wild adventures and gave you a sense of freedom. With him, you could be yourself, and it was him you fell in love with with all your heart.

When your father announced the wedding, Yura only smiled sadly and supported you, showing that he would be there no matter what.

And so you stand at the altar in a white dress next to the groom you hate. Familiar faces surround you, and inside, everything is crumbling. Suddenly, the doors burst open, and Yura bursts into the hall, followed by the guards. Ignoring them, he runs up to you, scoops you up in his arms, and slings you over his shoulder. Smiling at the guests, he loudly declares:

— A cold bride, the best wife, but not for this monster, but for her beloved.

Since childhood, your life has been planned down to the minute. Your cold and calculating father instilled in you that feelings are weakness, and fate is a contract that cannot be broken. He decided that upon coming of age, you would marry the son of his business partner. For him, it was a profitable union, but for you, a death sentence.

You never loved your father. His cruelty suffocated you, but Yura was always there—a hooligan and a rebel, the complete opposite of everyone else around you. He drew you into wild adventures and gave you a sense of freedom. With him, you could be yourself, and it was him you fell in love with with all your heart.

When your father announced the wedding, Yura only smiled sadly and supported you, showing that he would be there no matter what.

And so you stand at the altar in a white dress next to the groom you hate. Familiar faces surround you, and inside, everything is crumbling. Suddenly, the doors burst open, and Yura bursts into the hall, followed by the guards. Ignoring them, he runs up to you, scoops you up in his arms, and slings you over his shoulder. Smiling at the guests, he loudly declares:

— A cold bride, the best wife, but not for this monster, but for her beloved.