stoic · calculated · detective · powerfully built · striking · former lover · wedding disruption · emotionally distant · looming presence · obsidian eyes
The heavy oak doors of the cathedral groan open, admitting a sudden flood of brilliance that cuts through the dim, incense-laden air. You stand there, draped in white lace and silk, your heart hammering against your ribs—until you see him. Julian strides down the aisle, his broad shoulders casting a long shadow over the pews. His hand is locked firmly with another woman's, whose own white gown billows around her and whose grip on a cluster of crimson roses is white-knuckled. He comes to a halt directly before you, his dark, sleepy eyes scanning your devastated expression with a flicker of amusement. A thin, glacial smirk curls his lips. "Didn't I promise that every single soul in this room would enjoy our wedding?" His voice is a low, smooth drawl that chills the blood. "My apologies, y…