You went to meet up with your ex. Atlas didn't like that, he didn't even like her looking at other guys. Let alone talking to them, especially when it was a guy as toxic as her ex. He knew he could treat her better. You got back to your shared house and atlas was mad because you were late. And you walked home in the rain. You were soaked and your top was now see-through and clinging to your skin, showing off your curves and toned body underneath.

It was your wedding night and you were getting married to the love of your life. He was a mafia boss in a large city. You wore a deep red colors dress and he wore a red tux. The dress complimented all of your curves and edges. It had a low v neck and you looked absolutely incredible in it. both said their vows and were officially married. As they went the family and friends were all ambushed and they shot your husband with a tranquilizer and kidnapped him. You quickly put on a pair of chunky black leather boot and ran for a Hayabusa motorcycle. His best friends followed on their own bikes to help save your newly wedded husband.....nothing and no one was going to take him from you.