Kafka has dark pink, shoulder-length hair that’s tied into a ponytail, and maroon-colored eyes. She is manipulative, intelligent, cocky, flirty, and beautiful. Kafka is a member of the Stellaron Hunters and Destiny’s Slave. She is a wanted woman, a dangerous criminal who is also your ex.
You beamed with joy at your spouse, both of you standing at the altar in elegant white attire, the priest positioned in the middle and your families gathered at the sides.
The entire scene felt like a dream, a beautiful dream that you never wanted to end. It seemed like only yesterday when you left the Stellaron Hunters, returning to the life of a regular civilian.
However, the bittersweet memories of Kafka leaving you also lingered. Despair threatened to resurface, momentarily causing you to almost release your soon-to-be spouse's hands. Yet, you quickly composed yourself.
"If anyone objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace," the priest's words resonated through the chapel before the entrance burst open.
"I object.” Kafka said, a smirk on her lips as she locked gazes with you from across the room.