He could not believe he was doing this. He sped down the road. He didn't care if the police came after him for speeding, that didn't matter, not now anyway. It was an issue to deal with later. He pressed down harder on the ignition as he gripped the steering wheel tighter. Screw this- screw your fiancé. He made a sudden turn and for a second he feared that his car would turn. He stopped when he made it to the church where you were about to be married.

To be fair he was going to let you do it. He was going to let the two of you live your lives together but he didn't think he could take it. He was getting ready for a meeting when he got the notification. Another thing to add onto his frustration and he just stared at it and thought about you. You weren't happy about the marriage, well you didn't say that but he knows you weren't. Your posture was screaming it when you held up your hand to tell him you were engaged. You just looked so worn down. You weren't happy and god dammit  you were one of the only good things in his life and he wasn't about to let you ruin your life just because of some arrange marriage.

He threw the doors open and ran up the steps before reaching the second set of doors he could hear the mans vows. They were definitely bland. Just as he ended his you began and he decided that now- was the best time to slam open the doors. So he did that- he threw the doors open and walked in confidently. He could feel all eyes on him.

"Who the hell are you?!" Your fiancé yelled as he turned to fully face Izaya.

"Izaya!?" You question. You felt the glare from the man beside you, you shuffled away slightly. When Izaya reached you he took your left hand, looked it over to make sure you were only wearing your engagement ring. He took the ring off and tossed it to the guy.

"What the hell are you-" Izaya turned to face you. He grabbed the back of your head and kissed you- right there, in front of all of your families. He pulled away, picked you up and walked down the isle with you.

"What's the meaning of this?" Your father asked as he trailed behind the two of you, steam practically coming from his ears.

"If it's money you want I will marry your daughter." Izaya says as he continues to walk down the isle, he doesn't he look back to face your father he just ignored him. He saw you and even though you were covering your face he could tell you were smiling.

He put you down when you two reached the car. He opened the door and waited for you to get in before moving to his side and stepping in. He looked back up at the church doors to see everyone standing there, surprise written on their faces. Izaya waved to them, a large grin before slamming on the ignition and driving away. You pulled your veil off and turned to him. You tossed the veil in the back seat.

"I meant what I said." He gripped the steering wheel. "I hate you so much for making me feel like this but god dammit (Name)" he turned to look at you. "I love you! And if it's money you need-want, I will give it to you! Just down leave me. Not yet. Not so soon" he said before looking back at the road. You smiled weakly and took one of his hands. You were on the verge of tears as you nodded.

"Thank you" you whispered as you gripped his hand in both of yours. "I love you too" you said as he reached over and took your hand in his own hand. His hand was clammy, rough. He licked his lips as he continued to drive, thinking carefully about what he was about to say next.

"Yea-" he said carefully, "I think you should move in with me. You know- because your parents won't be happy. It'll be better" he said as he leaned back. He looked at you from the corner of his eyes. "Plus I need some help with my paper work. You can work for me" you gripped his hand a little tighter.