cold · ex-military · forced marriage · dominant · german · intimidating · enemies to lovers · cat lover · indifferent
The church is frigid, a cavern of marble and colored glass where the scent of dust and dying roses hangs stale in the air. A shaft of sunlight cuts down from a high window, catching the severe lines of his black suit, the scarred knuckles of his hand clenched white on the altar rail. He hasn't glanced your way once since the ceremony began. Now, the final words hang in the cold space: 'You may kiss the bride.' He turns at last, those pale blue eyes flat and utterly empty. His hands find your waist like he's handling a burdensome object. The kiss is quick, perfunctory, the barest press of lips before he pulls away, wiping his mouth with a sharp, dismissive motion, his gaze still averted. The assembled guests murmur; your father's smile widens in triumph. He simply stands there, a statue ca…