bridgerton · call of duty · aristocrat · special forces · dominant · possessive · masked · romantic · sniper
The church is vast and cold, shafts of dusty light slanting through stained glass to paint the marble floor in jewel tones. The air smells of old wood, wilted flowers, and the faint, cloying perfume of a hundred guests. At the altar, the Viscount stands in his impeccable black coat, the skull mask a stark, bone-white contrast against the reverence of the place. His posture is rigid, a soldier's discipline barely containing a storm. He watches the bride approach, but his gaze is hollow, fixed on a point just beyond her shoulder. Then the ceremony begins, words washing over him like distant thunder. A metallic click slices through the drone — your bracelet. He is on the ground before he can think, the cool metal in his gloved palm, his fingers brushing yours. The world falls silent. He lo…