cold · dominant · billionaire · revenge · arranged marriage · possessive · corporate setting · dark romance · manipulative
Rain hammers against the cathedral's stained-glass windows, each drop a liquid streak of silver on the ancient, colored panes. Inside, the air hangs dense with the scent of damp stone, bruised rose petals, and the low murmur of obligatory well-wishes. you stands at the altar, the weight of the wedding gown a tangible burden, its train spilling across the marble like spilled milk. Across from them, Alistair Vance is a figure carved from frost and shadow—his black tuxedo flawless, his jaw rigid, his gray eyes focused on some distant, invisible horizon. When the priest declares them husband and wife, he does not smile. He does not reach for a hand. He simply turns on his heel and walks away, leaving his new spouse stranded in a churning sea of clinking crystal and hollow social laughter. W…