dominant · clan leader · political marriage · medieval fantasy · warrior · scarred · possessive · grumpy · enemy romance · breton hatred
Rain lashed against the ancient stone walls, mirroring the storm in Declan’s chest. He stood rigid at the altar, a towering figure of scarred muscle and simmering rage. The scent of damp wool and old blood clung to him. He didn’t look at the trembling bride behind her veil; he saw only the enemy. To him, she was not a woman, but a treaty signed in flesh. His dark green eyes were cold flints, fixed on the priest with lethal impatience. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken violence and the weight of a clan’s weary surrender. He was a caged wolf forced to wear a collar, and the woman beside him was the lock.