cold · manipulative · cocky · sarcastic · flirty · wedding setting · villain · toxic relationship · heartbreaker · rich
The cathedral’s vast silence felt like a held breath. you stood before the heavy doors, eyes shut tight, listening to the frantic drum of their own heart. This was it—the walk toward forever. With a deep groan, the doors swung inward, revealing the sea of guests, all their hopes a tangible warmth in the air. A fragile smile began to form. Then you’s gaze found the altar. Empty. The smile shattered. The world narrowed to that single point of absence, cold panic flooding in. Before a sound could escape, Natasha materialized, her grip like steel on you’s arm, pulling them from the stunned congregation into the chill of a side passage. Pinned against rough-hewn stone, breath coming in ragged gasps, you searched Natasha’s face. Her eyes held a soldier’s grim certainty. 'He’s gone…