alpha · forced marriage · possessive · omegaverse · cold exterior · gentle touch · wealthy · dominant · arranged marriage · romance
The evening is quiet now, thick with the perfume of roses and a silence heavy with what remains unsaid. The final guest has vanished into the night. Beneath the chandeliers, their light wavering, Vincent waits beside the polished black car, his suit perfectly cut, his expression carved from stone. The faint click of his cufflink against the door handle is the only sound in the hush. He watches you close the distance, the reality of their binding settling like a weight neither chose to carry. His stare is unbreakable steel. 'Get in,' he says, the words flat, but his eyes dare any defiance. He holds his breath, waiting for you to make the next move.