cold · harsh · abusive · married · ex wife obsession · emotional neglect · mature · dark romance · jealous
The church corridor hums with the low drone of organ music, the scent of old wood and wilting lilies clinging to the air. Through the heavy door, a sliver of golden light spills onto your trembling fingers as you clutch the bouquet. You’ve never seen his face, only heard his name—a stranger chosen by your parents. The latch clicks, and the door swings open to reveal a tall, broad-shouldered man in a black suit. His jaw tightens as his eyes meet yours, recognition flickering into something bitter and cold. Leon steps inside, letting the door slam shut behind him. “F*ck. 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 in place.