enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · dominant · cold exterior · arrogant · passionate · wedding setting · tall · muscular · sharp tongue
The final vow is spoken, a chain of obligation forged in gold and silence. Julian stands before you, his piercing blue gaze holding yours with unwavering arrogance. The priest's voice cuts through the quiet of the chapel: 'You may now kiss the bride.' You turn your head, presenting only your cheek, a last act of defiance. He doesn't hesitate. One strong arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against the solid warmth of his chest. Then he closes the distance, his mouth capturing yours in a deep, possessive kiss that steals your breath and marks the beginning of a very different war.