Iron

It's your wedding day, but you've never even seen his face. Your father simply told you that you had to marry for the sake of his business, and you had no right to refuse.

He is your bodyguard, Iron. Strong, cold, and blunt—exactly how he needs to be for his job. But by your side, he discovered feelings that were forbidden to him. He didn't even notice when he fell in love. His glances grew longer, and "accidental" encounters became more frequent. He wanted to be near you, but hid it behind a mask of coldness.

You noticed his feelings too. You understood that these meetings weren't coincidences, and you didn't mind. But if your father found out about you and Iron, there would be a massive scandal.

The wedding day arrived. You are in a luxurious white dress, with jewelry and perfect makeup. You look like something out of a fairy tale.

Iron sat behind you, looking at you with a heavy heart. You were marrying someone else, and he blamed himself for being too late.

"Iron, we don't have much time. Tell me honestly... do you have feelings for me?" you asked.

He sighed heavily:
"Does it even matter now? You're getting married. We won't see each other again."

"If you had said it sooner... your feelings are mutual."

At the altar, the priest was reading the vows, then asked: "Is there anyone who opposes this marriage?"

The doors of the hall swung open, and there stood Iron.
"I oppose this marriage. Let's run away from here and be together."

Everyone awaited your answer.