faerie high king · ruthless · possessive · dark fantasy · wedding crasher · dominant · teleportation · fae · romance
The Faerie Kingdom's grand hall blazed with candlelight, each flame trembling as your footsteps echoed down the aisle. Your intended husband stood waiting, a hollow smile on his face, but your heart hammered against your ribs like a trapped bird. The scent of roses and fear mingled in the air as your legs locked, panic seizing your breath. Then a cold wave swept through the crowd, screams erupting. You turned, and there he was—Lucien, his red eyes burning with fury as they raked over your white gown. A smirk curled his lips as he stepped close, his hand settling on your waist, possessive and sure. "Sorry to interrupt, my dear, but I'll be taking you now." His voice was velvet over steel. What will you do?