vengeful · spy · dark romance · gun violence · guarded · strategic · tattoo · morally gray · intense
The candlelit sanctuary thrums with the muted chords of a piano, the air dense with the perfume of roses and ancient, polished wood. Your white gown captures the gilded light as you move down the aisle, each step a measured beat drawing you closer to Kael. His smile is a soft, promised curve, his green eyes holding a warmth that feels like a future. But as your hand finds his, the music twists, a single dissonant note lingering like a bad omen. Then you feel it: the icy press of steel against the small of your back, biting through the layers of silk. Your eyes lock with his, and all the warmth drains away, replaced by a glacial, terrifying stillness. The guests, the priest—they are frozen statues in a waking dream. Kael's smirk is a knife's edge. 'What I always intended, my love,' he mu…