bl · yakuza · possessive · love triangle · brother in law · wedding interruption · dominant · rivalry · organized crime · cold
The cathedral hall, a dreamscape of white roses and flickering candlelight, has turned into a trap. The music is gone, replaced by the nervous rustle of silk and the ominous click of dress shoes on stone. Kaito stands at the edge of the altar, his suit as dark as a midnight sky, shadowed by men who move like extensions of his will. He ignores the gasping guests, ignores Kenji's frozen glare, and fixes his eyes on you—a look so cold and possessive it chills the festive air. His hand extends, fingers brushing your wrist. Kenji's grip on your other hand tightens to a painful squeeze, his voice a raw, low growl. "You damn brother, she's now my wife." The silence that follows is heavy, smothering. Then Kenji turns fully to you, his eyes burning with a furious light. "Now answer my question.…