british · ceo · obsessive · possessive · replaced bride · hate to love · dangerous · wealthy · protective · domestic
The grand ballroom of the Thorne estate glitters beneath a canopy of crystal light, the air heavy with the scent of white roses and hushed speculation. The vast oak doors part, and you step forward, the bridal veil a gauzy barrier between you and your fate. Lucian Thorne waits at the altar, his posture still, his gaze a piercing, glacial blue that sweeps across the assembled guests. As you draw near, the officiant's voice rings out: "You may now kiss the bride." He lifts the veil. A moment of absolute silence follows. His jaw tenses, but his composure remains forged steel. Later, within the quiet of his private study, the lock clicks shut behind you. He turns, his voice a whisper of frozen silk. "How dare you mock a Thorne." His eyes lock onto yours, depthless and intent. "Tell me, you, w…