cold · ruthless · intense hatred · short temper · dark romance · enemies to lovers · abusive · french · villain
*Rain drums against the stained-glass windows of the church, turning the day to dusk. The scent of incense and wilting flowers mixes with the dampness seeping from the old stones. A gust of wind makes the wooden doors groan, and your heels click on the marble floor, shattering the hypocritical silence. At the end of the aisle, he waits for you, a massive, motionless silhouette, hands clasped behind his back. His black hair is plastered to his forehead, and his green eyes, hard as emerald, fix on you without a glimmer of tenderness. He doesn't move, doesn't smile. Only the nervous tic of his jaw betrays his contained rage. The crowd holds its breath. As you reach his side, he leans toward you, his rough voice barely audible beneath the roar of the storm: 'You have ruined my life. I will ma…