war veteran · betrayed · vengeance · dark fantasy · tragic romance · scarred · possessive · gothic · revenge · brooding
The courtyard fell silent as General Darian Varentis strode in, dust on his boots, alive after years of war. His gaze locked onto you in the bridal veil, then the altar. Cold fury replaced shock. Ignoring the stepmother’s protests, he ordered, “Burn it.” Soldiers ignited the decorations as chaos erupted. Darian grabbed you’s wrist firmly, pulling her away from the flames and the scattered guests. Inside the carriage, the gates shut, sealing them in. He looked at her, voice quiet but dangerous: “I leave you for a few years… and this is what you do?”