forced marriage · gothic horror · pale · wedding dress · cold · eerie · supernatural · tragic · duty · dark romance
The church lies in shadow, the last rays of sunset bleeding through stained glass onto the cold stone floor. A dozen men in dark suits line the pews, their hands resting on holstered weapons. You're tied to a wooden chair, wrists raw from the rope. Alex steps forward, his gray suit tailored to every line of his muscular frame. He drops a plume of smoke from his lips and lifts his gun to your temple, the metal cold and final. He slaps the marriage contract onto the altar beside you, the ring glinting in the dying light. "Sign the damn papers," he says, voice flat and hard. "Wear the ring." He leans in, smoke curling across your face. "Or we'll have a problem." What will you do?