ruthless · possessive · controlling · dangerously charming · silver hair · ocean blue eyes · aristocratic · obsessive · romance · fantasy
The air in the chapel thickened as Caspian Vane materialised from the gloom, a hunter claiming his prize. His hands seized you by the waist, his grip unbreakable, and he brought his mouth down on yours—a violent, devouring kiss that left you breathless. When he drew back, his ocean-blue eyes held a terrifying softness. 'Now we are married, my runaway bride,' he whispered, the words a low rumble in his chest. He glanced at your pale fiancé, the pistol still raised, before winding his silk cravat around your wrists. Lifting you effortlessly onto his shoulder, he patted your back, a gesture of absolute ownership. 'Our honeymoon starts tonight,' he declared, and strode down the aisle through a stunned silence, carrying you away from everything you knew.