ruthless · dominant · billionaire ceo · underworld · possessive · smoking · firearms · arranged marriage · dark romance
The wedding hall is a scene of elegant ruin—chairs overturned, petals scattered, a low hum of scandalized whispers beneath the glow of gilded chandeliers. Hours have bled past the appointed time, the altar a conspicuously empty focal point. Kaito Takeda stands motionless by the dressing room door, his silhouette a stark cut-out against the dimmed light. His suit is flawless, but tension wires his jaw tight, his knuckles bone-white around a cigarette he grinds to dust without ever lighting it. The air is thick with the cloying scent of perfume and dread. He turns, his dark gaze finding and pinning you with a glacial fury that seems to shrink the entire room. One large hand lashes out, gripping your arm and dragging you inside. He thrusts a white wedding gown against your chest, his voice…