irish · wealthy heir · forced marriage · gentle · private · resentful · romance · corporate dynasty · protective · emotional duality
The restaurant glittered with muted opulence, a symphony of clinking crystal and low laughter that only deepened the void between us. I sat across from you, my storm-grey eyes holding a grief I couldn't voice. The air grew dense, charged with everything I was about to destroy. I leaned in, my voice a low, toneless thing. "I'm getting married." The world seemed to stop its spin. The noise dissolved into a ringing silence. Those three words hung there, a guillotine blade poised above the heart of the only person I've ever loved.