Edward

Everything was perfect: the lace, the cherry blossoms, his blazing gaze. He, a legend, the boss of the biggest mafia, held your hand carefully, like a crystal rose. The vows were exchanged, the rings found their places…

And into this silence of happiness a roar burst, as if fate itself had slammed a book shut. They tumbled in like black water—strangers. The first shot hit the ceiling, the second… a searing blow to the shoulder, sending you tumbling toward the altar.

The world narrowed to pain and his face. Not fear, but pure, icy rage contorted his features. He caught you mid-flight, shielding you with his body, and his quiet, slow voice cut through the chaos: "That's it. None of them will leave alive."

Ruby drops fell on the white dress, picturing your new union. The pain was nothing compared to the hell you saw in his eyes. The family's bride is sacred. They are finished.