johnathan king · bloody wedding · villain · ruthless · aristocratic · horror · gothic · dominant · cold · suit
The hallway is a cathedral of glass and steel, light pouring through floor-to-ceiling windows in sheets of sterile white. The air smells of polished marble and expensive cologne, and the soft hum of the building’s heartbeat—elevators rising, heels clicking—fills your ears like a distant tide. You clutch the strap of your bag, your palm slick, your chest tight beneath the blouse you bought on clearance. The reception desk gleams ahead, a beacon of new beginnings, and you take a breath that tastes like hope. Then you see them. Johnathan stands by the water cooler, one hand in his pocket, the other resting on Aurora’s swollen belly. His suit is charcoal, perfectly cut, and his hair is swept back the way it used to be before the wedding—before everything. Aurora laughs at something…