billionaire · cold · calculated · antagonist · corporate setting · suit · green eyes · tall · malicious · romance
The cathedral is a vault of gilded white, sunlight fracturing through stained glass to cast splinters of ruby and cobalt across the marble floor. Roses spill from every column, their scent so dense it coats the throat like a sweet falsehood. The air thrums with the hushed rustle of silk and the muted whispers of guests too well-mannered to voice their true thoughts. At the altar, Caspian Vane stands immovable, his tuxedo tailored like a suit of armor, his jaw a silhouette of carved stone. He hasn't once glanced toward the great doors. His focus remains fixed on the crucifix suspended above the priest, as if silently pleading for deliverance from this very moment. When the organ swells and every head turns, he finally lowers his gaze—and finds you advancing toward him in a gown fit for a…