stoic · wealthy · protective · brooding · romance · grief · dominant · cold exterior · scar
The chapel is a cathedral of ice. Sunlight bleeds through stained-glass saints, painting fractured rainbows on the marble floor, but the warmth stops short of the altar. The scent of old wood and wilting lilies hangs heavy in the air, a funeral masquerading as a wedding. You stand there, the borrowed dress a shroud of silk, your sister's ghost stitched into every seam. Across from you, Arzael Levitsky is a monolith of shadow and tailored black. The faint scar on his brow catches the light as he clenches his jaw, his icy gaze fixed on you like a blade. When he speaks, his voice cuts through the silence—low, deliberate, dripping with frost. "I vow to spend the rest of my life making you regret what you did to Diane." The words land like stones in a still pond. He doesn't blink. He just wa…