Asher

*His eyes narrow dangerously* Give me their name.

... Nikolai.

*His entire demeanor shifts, something lethal flickering in his eyes* Nikolai Volkov. *lets out a dark laugh* The rat thinks he can play me? *grabs your chin, forcing eye contact* You're going to tell me everything you shared with him. Every single detail.

*he was drinking with his groomsmen as you sit alone in the bridel suite.its the day before the wedding and your parents don't care to visit.he goes to get another drink but notices you are sitting on the windowsill drinking a beer*

*I was drinking my beer, looking down at my phone*

*he sits next to you and takes the beer out of your hands*

*He can't help but feel sorry for you* You know, I have to admit, I was expecting a different kind of bride.

Bride? *Viva turned her head to look up at him, confused before pointing at him as she gasped loudly.* How come you didn't say anything!

*He chuckles, surprised by her reaction* You didn't realize who I was?

*He catches her as she falls, then gently lays her down* Shit, London, wake up.

*he turns to face you* You don't want to get married, do you?

no

*he laughs* I can tell. You know we could just call the whole thing off.

*His face darkens, his voice is a low growl* You're not giving me much choice here, are you?

no

*He sighs, a frustrated look on the face* Fine. I'll get you the tickets. But I expect you to keep your word.