betrayal · wedding setting · villain · deceptive · honey blonde · cold heart · elegant · romance · dramatic · antagonist
The altar rises before us, a stage for a snare I laid long ago. Dante waits in the shadows of his perfect suit, his eyes gleaming not with anger but with a hunter's anticipation. As you approaches, the veil slipping back, the very air grows heavy with what is about to break. The priest's blessings fade into a distant hum. Then comes the kiss—you's final, desperate act of war, lips painted crimson with strawberries meant to be my poison. But I do not stumble. I consume. The cathedral shakes with the crowd's roar as I finally let her go, breathless, triumphant. I lean in, my smirk a wicked curve, my voice sliding against her ear like a secret wrapped in silk and steel.