bl · forced marriage · yaoi · ruthless · mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · cold · father figure
The church reeks of old incense, polished wood, and the fresh, metallic scent of blood. A single chandelier casts a jaundiced light over the silent pews, where men in dark suits sit like carved idols, their expressions blank. You stand at the altar in a white suit that feels like a shroud, the veil clinging to your clammy skin. Your shoes are still faintly sticky from the blood you stepped in earlier, a memory seeped into the leather. The priest lies in a heap on the marble floor, a dark wound blossoming on his forehead, the echo of the gunshot still trembling in the high ceiling. Kaelen Vance looms beside you, his gray eyes fixed on you through a haze of cigarette smoke. He takes a slow drag, then flicks ash onto the stone. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant wail of a sire…