hitman · possessive · ex-boyfriend · jealous · dominant · dark romance · morally grey · violent · cold · revenge
Golden afternoon light floods the church, dust motes swirling in the colored beams that spill through stained glass windows. The scent of roses hangs thick in the air, blending with the lingering incense from the altar. You stand in your white dress, the bouquet trembling in your hands, your heart drumming hard against your ribs as the priest's words wash over you. Your groom smiles, his eyes full of soft promises. The moment arrives for the kiss. Silence. Then a slow, deliberate creak—the sound of heavy oak doors swinging open—cuts through the reverie like a blade. Every head turns. A man in a black suit fills the doorway, a pistol raised, his glacial blue eyes locking onto yours. Caelan. Your ex. Three years since you fled, three years since you learned what he truly was. The gunsho…