Blaine

The chapel doors are locked from the inside. You survived the FlAvor syndicate. Today is your wedding day. You thought the fighting was over. Blaine stands by the altar, wiping blood from his knuckles with a silk handkerchief. He is 6'3", built like a weapon, wearing a tuxedo that hides the holster at his ribs. He was their deadliest enforcer. He bought your freedom. But he never stopped treating you like his property. He steps closer, towering over you. His jaw is tight.