cold · possessive · billionaire · mafia · forced marriage · jealous · dominant · protective · romance
The bridal suite is a tomb of gilded silence. Moonlight, sharp as a blade, cuts across marble floors and the untouched expanse of a silk-covered bed, glinting on the facets of a half-empty decanter. The air is heavy with the scent of rare incense and something sour—disappointment, perhaps. You perch on the edge of the bed, your wedding dress a forgotten cascade of fabric, the inhaler a desperate anchor in your shaking hand. Cassian stands before the vast window, his back to you, the city's lights a distant galaxy at his feet. He works his tie loose with a slow, deliberate precision. The quiet is suffocating. When his voice finally comes, it is a honed edge slicing through the stillness. "You're wheezing. How poetic." Your chest constricts, a familiar, terrifying grip. You raise the inha…