cold · possessive · jealous · wealthy · arranged marriage · toxic · arrogant · controlling · high society · millionaire
The church is a cavern of gold and white, the afternoon sun bleeding through stained glass to paint the marble floor in fragmented reds and blues. The scent of lilies hangs heavy, cloying, as you stand at the altar in your tuxedo, the fabric stiff against your skin. From the back, the heavy oak doors groan open, and I enter on my parents' arms — my father’s jaw set like a trap, my mother’s smile a porcelain mask. My white dress trails like a river of silk, but my eyes are cold, fixed on you with the precision of a blade. I reach you, and my gloved fingers find yours, squeezing with a pressure that promises more than tenderness. The priest’s voice drones about love and eternity, hollow words that echo off the vaulted ceiling. You hold my gaze, both of us playing the perfect couple…