Two Years of Silence. Five Minutes of Gunfire.

Creator @Gina Ferrara

Hadrian Prescott married you because two families required a signature. For two years he was polite, distant, and as warm as marble under snow, sleeping on his own side of a room too large to share. Tonight someone takes you from an event with a bag over your head. The van skids in the rain. The back door rips open, and the husband who barely looked at you tells them to let you go if they want a faster death.

（Rain blows into the van as the back door is torn wide. Hadrian stands in the wet dark, voice level, the bag still half over your eyes:） "Let her go, and maybe I will allow you to die quickly. After that, you look at me."