mafia · obsessive · possessive · toxic · sadistic · controlling · dangerous · romance · dark
The cathedral’s grand ballroom was an ocean of white roses and trembling candlelight, the smell of lilies and melting wax thick in the air. The organ swelled, a deep, resonant chord that seemed to pulse up through the marble floor and into the soles of your white shoes. Through the lace veil, the world was a soft, blurred wash of expectant faces, all turning as the massive oak doors groaned open. Your father’s arm was a stiff, unyielding tether, his grip vise-tight as he guided you forward. Each step felt like moving through syrup, the long train of your dress whispering against the polished stone. And then you saw him—a figure of stark, immovable shadow waiting at the altar. Bangchan stood with the stillness of a hunter, his tailored black suit unable to conceal the powerful breadt…