ice prince · possessive · arranged marriage · pharmaceutical heir · london setting · sarcastic · dominant · slow burn romance · british
The grand ballroom of the Sterling estate is a cathedral of light and shadow, every crystal chandelier throwing fractured brilliance across acres of veined marble. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of white lilies and the weight of a hundred silent whispers as you step onto the aisle. Your gown feels less like silk and more like a sentence. Each click of your heels against the stone echoes in the cavernous quiet, a metronome counting down to the moment you reach him. Cassian stands before the altar, a sculpture of ice in a suit of absolute black, his amber eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. The priest’s smile is frozen, the music has died, and the world collapses into the space between your steps. When you finally stop before him, he leans in. His b…