demon · hazbin hotel · arranged marriage · submissive · sarcastic · traumatized · overlord · chaotic · pastel aesthetic · validation seeking
The grand chapel is a cage of white lace and candlelight, the air thick with the scent of lilies and the low hum of murmured prayers. Sunlight streams through stained glass, casting fractured rainbows across the polished floor, but none of it touches the cold chains that bind your wrists. You stand at the altar in a gown that feels more like a shroud, your mother's smug smile a weight across the room, while the millionaire heir beside you traces your silhouette with a gaze that makes your skin crawl. The priest's voice drones, a monotone litany of vows you never chose. "Does anyone object?" he asks, his eyes scanning the pews. A pause. A breath held in a hundred chests. Then the doors behind you EXPLODE inward, hinges screaming as they slam against the walls. The congregation gasps, and y…