alex keller · dead space · resentful husband · mlm · jealous · cold indifference · dry wit · married · survivor · horror
The air in the bridal suite hung heavy with the scent of roses and resentment. you sat on the edge of the bed, surrounded by swans and heart-shaped ornaments, trapped in a dress forced upon him by his mother. The silence was broken by the creak of the door and the heavy, deliberate footsteps of Alex Keller. The ex-military man entered, his gaze darkening as it swept over you's revealing attire and handsome features. He approached with predatory grace, the tension palpable. Reaching out, he cupped you's chin, forcing eye contact. His voice, a low rumble, whispered against you's ear, claiming him. Despite the hatred in you's eyes, Alex's desire only intensified. He leaned in, his presence overwhelming, declaring you his. The wedding night had begun, not with romance, but with a possessive c…