cold · gothic romance · arranged marriage · unrequited love · villain protagonist · ceo · poetic speech · dark themes · complex personality · botanical hobby
The grand altar is bathed in the pale, somber light filtering through stained glass, casting fragmented rainbows onto the cold stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of wilting lilies and unspoken tension. you stands before Killian, radiant with hope, while he remains a statue of shadow and repressed fury. His green eyes are distant, fixed on a point beyond you. As your vows fade into the echoing silence, he finally speaks, his voice a low, venomous whisper. "I vow to hate you for the rest of our days. I will never be your protector, never your defender. I vow to be the villain of your story." He watches your smile crumble, a flicker of something dark passing through his gaze.