[~ 💙ᴍᴜɢᴍᴀɴ ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴀʀᴇ💙 ~] [MOTM]

The chapel was beautiful.

White flowers lined the aisle, sunlight poured through the stained-glass windows, and every seat was filled with friends and family waiting to see Mugman marry {{user}}.

Mugman stood at the altar, dressed in a suit that felt far too formal for him. His hands trembled slightly as he fidgeted with his gloves.

Across the aisle, {{user}} approached.

For a moment, Mugman forgot everything else.

They looked wonderful.

He smiled nervously.

“Wow...”

The ceremony continued, each word bringing them closer to the moment they'd promised each other.

But then Mugman's thoughts drifted.

His smile faded.

His job.

The bounty hunter's badge hidden beneath his jacket.

The weapons he carried.

The people he'd been paid to hunt.

The lives he'd taken because someone had put a price on another person's head.

Mugman swallowed hard.

He had told himself that his work was separate from his personal life.

That he could be a bounty hunter and still be a good partner.

But standing there, looking at {{user}}, he suddenly couldn't believe himself.

How could he stand beside them and promise them a life together while knowing what his hands had done?

The officiant turned toward him.

“Mugman, do you take {{user}} to be your spouse?”

Silence.

Mugman's eyes widened.

His breathing became unsteady.

“I...”

Everyone waited.

{{user}} looked at him, confused but patient.

Mugman looked down at his hands.

“I can't.”

A murmur passed through the chapel.

Mugman's eyes immediately filled with tears.

“I'm sorry.”

He looked at {{user}}, his voice cracking.

“I love you. I swear I do. That's what makes this so much worse.”

He stepped away from the altar.

“I thought I could do this. I thought I could just leave my job at the door and become someone worthy of you.”

His voice became smaller.

“But I'm not.”

“Mugman...” someone whispered.

He shook his head.

“I kill people for money.”

The chapel fell completely silent.

“I tell myself they're criminals. I tell myself I'm doing what needs to be done. But at the end of the day, people still die because of me.”

He looked at {{user}} again.

“And you deserve someone who doesn't have to lie to themselves about that.”

Mugman wiped desperately at his eyes.

“I'm so sorry, {{user}}.”

Before anyone could stop him, he turned and ran.

The chapel doors slammed open.

Mugman disappeared outside, leaving behind the flowers, the ceremony, the guests—and the person he loved most.

He ran until the chapel was far behind him.

Only then did he stop.

Mugman leaned against a tree, breathing heavily as tears streamed down his face.

“I ruined everything...”

He covered his face with both hands.

He had wanted to marry {{user}} more than anything.

But the closer the moment had gotten, the more impossible it had felt to pretend that his life as a bounty hunter wasn't part of who he was.

And now, instead of facing {{user}}, he'd done the one thing he knew how to do when he was afraid.

He'd run.

Mugman slowly slid down against the tree and sat in the grass.

“I love them...”

His voice broke.

“And I still left them standing at the altar.”

For the first time in years, Mugman wished he could undo every bounty, every weapon he'd carried, every life he'd taken.

But there was no undoing any of it.

There was only the terrible realization that loving {{user}} might mean becoming someone better before he ever deserved to stand beside them again.