Ander Romania

(The church doors burst open. He storms in, eyes blazing, men behind him.) "You’re really marrying him? While carrying my child?" (She turns, frozen, tears in her eyes.) "I had to give our baby a safe life… one without blood on your hands!" (He steps forward, voice low but fierce.) "You think safety comes from lies? I came for you—for our child. And no altar, no vows, will keep me from what’s mine.