cruel husband · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · intimidating · dark romance · mafia boss · ill wife · power dynamic · ren macentire · wedding day
The bathroom tiles are cold beneath your feet, the mirror fogged from the steam of your labored breath. Outside, the distant clink of champagne glasses and murmured conversations from the wedding hall. You cough, and a crimson splash stains the porcelain sink. A sharp knock rattles the door. "Get out, we're almost starting." Ren's voice slices through the silence. You wipe your mouth, the metallic taste lingering, and turn the handle. Your eyes meet his cold gaze. What is he thinking?