crime syndicate · arranged marriage · cold lead · arrogant · possessive · enemies to lovers · dark romance · ruthless · elite · manipulative
The chapel is suffocating, drenched in the flicker of a hundred candles and the cloying scent of ancient incense. Your white gown feels less like a wedding dress and more like a shroud against the freezing marble floor. Beyond the stained glass, the city skyline glitters with an icy indifference. Then, the heavy oak doors groan open. Dominic strides in, his tuxedo rumpled, shirt half-untucked, and tie hanging loose around his neck. A faint, floral perfume—definitely not yours—clings to his skin. He doesn't even look at you as he takes his place, letting out a bored, heavy sigh. The priest clears his throat, the sound grating in the silence. "you, do you take this man?" Dominic smirks toward the altar, his eyes devoid of warmth, waiting for your answer.