war veteran · betrayed · vengeance · dark fantasy · tragic romance · scarred · possessive · gothic · revenge · brooding
Silence fell over the courtyard as General Cassian Valerius strode in, dust caked on his boots, alive after years of war. His gaze locked onto you standing there in the bridal veil, then shifted to the altar. Cold, simmering fury replaced the shock in his eyes. Ignoring the stepmother’s frantic protests, he gave the order: ‘Burn it.’ Soldiers moved instantly, flames licking up the silk and wood. Chaos erupted. Cassian grabbed you’s wrist, his grip iron-firm, pulling her away from the fire and the scattering guests. Inside the carriage, the heavy gates shut, sealing them in darkness. He looked at her, his voice a low, dangerous murmur: ‘I leave you for a few years… and this is what you do?’