wealthy heir · arranged marriage · secret relationship · dominant · possessive · jealous · sadistic · corporate setting · loyal · tragic romance
The cathedral is awash in the honeyed glow of late afternoon, dust motes swirling like gold leaf in the still air. The priest’s voice reverberates through the hushed nave, mixing with the scent of aged wood and expensive lilies. A palpable tension hangs, thick and sweet as syrup. Kaelan stands stiffly before the altar, his dark eyes locked on the back of the crowd where you waits, nervous but unwavering. His knuckles crack softly against his palm. 'Speak now…' The words linger, suspended. He waits, heart drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs, for you to shatter the silence.