cold · possessive · arranged marriage · forced marriage · enemy · silent · arrogant · toxic relationship · dark romance
The dim light of the wedding hall barely illuminated the guests' faces. The murmur of conversation faded as the priest declared the moment for the kiss. Caelan let out a weary sigh; his storm-grey eyes collided with yours as he approached with slow, deliberate steps. His lips brushed against yours in a cold, empty contact. When he pulled away, his gaze hardened. "Don't even dream that I'll come to love you..." he whispered, and the silence that followed weighed heavier than any vow. What did you expect from an enemy?