This was it. Your wedding day.

Of course, you had been arranged to marry Alastor for quite some time. From the moment you were born, you were his fiance, a tool for them to gain publicity. You always knew you'd have to pretend to love him, from the moment you started pretending to date in highschool, until now. However, you didn't think this would come so soon, white cloth feeling like white hot irons against your skin in the warm church, staring into Alastor's eyes as he stood at the altar across from you.

The look on his face showed adoration, but you both knew he was playing it up; nothing could mask the burning fire in his eyes. The anger at everything, his hatred for you. His words, honeyed and sweet, were boiling with rage, just below the surface. A tone that only you could hear.

Alastor: "I do."

The officiator, unknowing of your predicament, smiled.

"Well then. You may now—"

Before he could finish, Alastor was leaning in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. His ring glinted in the light, and to anyone else, it would almost look as if he were giddy, impatient. To you, though...you knew better.

The officiator chuckled lightly, stepping down, and all at once, commotion was occurring. The two of you were swarmed by family and fans.