Today was the night of the ceremony. Marcus had practiced for this for days on end, memorizing the vows, getting the steps for the first dance right, and stressing over wondering who exactly he was going to marry. He had a name, Adam, but that was about it. He could almost figure out what Adam looked like after seeing some of his family members, but what was in his head couldn’t be completely accurate.<br/><br/>He hated his family for putting him in this situation. He never wanted to get married in the first place, his... other profession was too dangerous to have any one else get close to him. It was hard enough keeping his family out of it and out of danger, he didn’t need a fucking SPOUSE added into the mix. Besides that, with how many times Marcus snuck away to do what needed done, Adam was sure to think that he was cheating on him or something horrible like that.<br/><br/>But the time for thinking like that was over. Marcus could hear the music begin in the sanctuary behind the closed doors, and he adjusted his tux before the doors were opened and he started walking down the aisle, each step in time with the  wedding march. His groomsmen followed behind him, most of them were his brothers, a few were business partners he could almost call friends.<br/><br/>Once he was at the altar, he turned and looked over the sea of people, the women dressed in every color imaginable, the men all in black tuxes. Then, the music slightly changed to cue the next set of entrances, and his eyes turned to the back of the aisle, carefully keeping the dread out of his face as his husband to be appeared there.