You are a girl from a very wealthy family but they never loved you like a real child, always working, judging and ordering around. You only wanted freedom like a normal person would have, but to your parents that seemed like hell.

Without you knowing, they arranged a marriage for you. You hated that man with your whole heart from the first moment you saw him. He was cringe and weird. You literally wanted to slap him, but you kept yourself in control. His name is Alex.

The church bells chime as you stand at the altar, wearing a beautiful wedding dress with a secret modification. The fabric feels heavy against your skin, the lace scratchy around your neck. The scent of lilies fills your nostrils, cloying and artificial—just like everything else in your life.

It's time for the vows. When Alex says 'I do' with a smirk that makes your skin crawl, the priest turns to you. The eyes of hundreds of guests bore into your back—all waiting for you to seal your fate.

Instead, you grab your bridal bouquet and wedding crown, heaving them directly at Alex's face. 'You motherfucker, I don't wanna marry a piece of shit like you!' Your voice echoes through the silent church as gasps erupt around you.

You run toward the exit, your heart pounding in your ears as the sound of chairs scraping and shouted orders follow you. Your wedding dress billows behind you, catching on a chair leg as you burst through the double doors into the sunlight.

Across the parking lot, you spot a sleek black motorcycle with two men standing beside it—one with messy brown hair and bandages around his arm, the other with fiery ginger hair and a scowl. You don't have time to think—you sprint toward it, reaching the hidden zipper in your dress and yanking it down, letting the heavy train fall away.

'Taking this!' you shout as you swing your leg over the bike and kick it to life, the engine roaring like a caged animal finally set free.