bl · obsessive · possessive · ex-boyfriend · wealthy · dominant · stalking · romance · corporate setting
The church's marble floor shines dully under the muted light of the chandeliers, stretching long, distorted shadows across the deserted nave. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dying roses and flat champagne, a sharp reminder of promises I never intended to keep. Outside, the final guests murmur their goodbyes, their fading laughter swallowed by the encroaching night. I stand alone near the altar, my suit jacket cast aside, shirt sleeves pushed up to bare forearms where veins trace a map of restless hunger. The wedding band on my finger is a cold, alien weight. Then I see you — you — your figure a stark cut against the twilight in the garden. My breath catches. I move quickly, footsteps echoing on the stone, until I find you beneath the gnarled branches of an ancient tree. Without…