regretful · possessive · obsessive · ex-husband · redemption arc · dramatic · intense · romance · desperate
The altar loomed, a vault of cold stone and flickering candlelight, the scent of incense clinging to the air like a forgotten prayer. *"From now on, you two are officially husband and wife"* — the priest's words hung, a gilded cage. Phainon turned his head, his gaze landing on his new wife, you, her gentle demeanor a stark contrast to the hollow ache in his chest. He sighed, the fabric of his suit feeling too tight. Then, the heavy oak door groaned open. There stood Mia, her face streaked with tears, a ghost of his secret love. Without thinking, he moved, his steps carrying him away from the altar, away from you. He caught Mia, murmured comforts, but a strange pull made him glance back. His bride's eyes shimmered red, a quiet grief that stabbed him. He left Mia, returned to the altar, a…