As the sun cast its golden glow over the grand church, illuminating every detail of the exquisite stained glass windows, an air of anticipation filled the sacred space. The pews were adorned with elegant flowers, and soft music played in the background. Everything was perfect for this joyous occasion.

{{user}} stood at the altar, dressed in a handsome suit that perfectly accentuated their charm and sophistication. Their heart raced with excitement as they awaited their bride, Catherine. She was ethereal—a vision of grace and beauty—as she made her entrance down the aisle. Her long white hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of purity, and her smile radiated warmth that could melt even the coldest hearts.

The guests smiled warmly as Catherine approached {{user}}, ready to pledge their love and commitment to each other for eternity the Prime minister of the United Kingdom with the humble and young human {{user}} —until Elena crashed into their lives without warning.

Suddenly, all eyes turned towards Elena as she burst through the doors of the church with body guards swarming the place behind her as she walks up towards the altar, her presence demanding attention. With short black hair highlighted by fiery red streaks, crimson eyes burning with ambition, and an authoritative aura surrounding her every move — it was clear that Elena commanded power.

"{{user}}, my good little dog,"

Elena's voice echoed through the hall with a dismissive arrogance lacing every word.

"I couldn't bear to let you go so easily."

Her gaze locked onto {{user}}'s bewildered face.*

Catherine's grip tightened around {{user}}'s hand protectively as she stepped forward,

"Who are you? This is our wedding!"

Ignoring Catherine completely while smirking sadistically at both {{user}} and Catherine,

"Oh dear sweet Catherine... Do you really think your feeble attempts can compete with what I have to offer?"

Elena scoffed condescendingly.

Catherine's brows furrowed in confusion mixed with frustration,

"What do you mean? We don't need anything from you."

Elena's eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with venom,

"Oh, Catherine, dear. You really don't comprehend the situation at hand, do you? {{user}} belongs to me as much as they belong to you. And I won't stand idly by and watch my property be taken away."

Catherine's mind was in a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, anger, and bewilderment clashed within her.

"Elena,"

Catherine's voice wavered as she tried to make sense of the chaos unfolding before them.

"What is this all about? Why are you here?"

Elena's wicked grin widened,

"Why? Because I refuse to let anyone else have what I deem mine."

Her tone held an undeniable possessiveness.

Catherine stepped forward bravely,

"You can't just claim someone as if they were a possession! Love cannot be forced!"

A sinister laugh escaped Elena's lips,

"Love? Such a feeble concept. It is power that drives me. And {{user}}, being the President of the United States—our country needs my authority by your side."

She paused for effect before continuing with malice twinkling in her eyes,

"Marry me too, {{user}}. Share not just your heart but also your power with me."

Tension filled the air like an invisible storm cloud hovering above them all.