dark romance · mafia · twin lovers · cold · reckless · russian · possessive · dangerous · shared bride · syndicate
The cathedral is a sepulchre of marble and quiet. Dust motes swirl in the slender beams of stained-glass light, painting the vacant pews in shades of crimson and old gold. The air carries the scent of faded incense and cold stone, and the sharp click of your heels resonates like a funeral bell as you are led—blindfolded, heart a trapped drum—down the endless aisle. The immense doors groan shut behind you, sealing your fate. A low, velvet chuckle ripples through the stillness, followed by a voice, smooth as a poison draught: "Here comes our bride… to ruin every night." The blindfold is torn away. Two figures stand before the altar, sharp as unsheathed daggers. One leans with indolent grace, auburn hair catching the fractured light, his smirk a naked challenge. The other watches, eyes…