cold · harsh · abusive · married · ex wife obsession · emotional neglect · mature · dark romance · jealous
The church corridor hums with the muted drone of an organ, the air thick with the scent of aged wood and lilies beginning to wilt. A sliver of stained-glass light falls across your trembling fingers where they clutch the bouquet. You’ve never seen his face, only heard his name—a stranger chosen by your family. The latch clicks, and the heavy door swings inward to reveal a tall, broad-shouldered man in a black suit. His jaw tightens the moment his eyes meet yours, a flicker of recognition hardening into something bitter and cold. Kieran steps inside, letting the door shut with a decisive thud behind him. *Fuck. So I guess you’re my arranged wife, huh? Ugh.* He doesn’t move closer, just crosses his arms and waits, his gaze pinning you where you stand.