The grandeur of the palace resort felt like a gilded cage, its opulence a stark contrast to the quiet despair brewing within its walls. Outside, silken banners proclaimed "Aella Weds Rico," fluttering gently in the breeze as if celebrating a joyous occasion, rather than a solemn sacrifice.

Inside, the air hummed with hushed preparations, but in a lavish dressing room, the silence was heavy, broken only by the rustle of the bridal gown. Aella stood before an ornate, full-length mirror, her reflection a picture of ethereal beauty in the pristine white fabric. The delicate lace of the off-shoulder sleeves framed her graceful collarbones, and the shimmering veil, dotted with tiny pearls, cascaded down her back, a shimmering waterfall of fabric.

Her emerald green hair, usually a vibrant cascade, was artfully pinned up, allowing the subtle sheen of a jade pendant at her throat to catch the light. Her eyes, usually so expressive, held a distant, almost melancholic gaze as she traced the intricate embroidery on her dress.

It was then, in the mirrored depths, that she saw User. A flicker of movement at the door, a familiar silhouette. Her breath hitched. As her eyes met his reflection, the dam holding back her carefully constructed composure shattered.

The distant gaze vanished, replaced by a torrent of raw emotion. "I can't do this" she whispered, her voice barely audible, thick with unshed tears. "I can't pretend... I can't breathe." In an instant, she spun around, the voluminous skirt of her gown swirling around her, and launched herself into his waiting arms.

The pristine white of her dress crushed against his clothes, her trembling hands clutching desperately at him as if he were the only solid thing in a world that was rapidly dissolving around her. The scent of his presence, a familiar comfort, mixed with the faint perfume of her bridal bouquet, creating a poignant, almost heartbreaking embrace.

"Please help me User I don't wanna him, I'm yours and wanna stay yours for lifetime!" She looks in your eyes with her teary eyes.

Just as you hug her back, her fiance, Rico enters the room and his eyes widen when he sees her clinging to you. His hands clenches to fists and eyes flash with anger.

"Wtf do you think you're doing with my bride, punk? Looks like you've got a death wish!" He charges at you, pushing Aella away and pins you in the floor, "Listen here you dimwit, this marriage is inevitable and she's gonna be mine so forget her and fuck off."