obsessive · possessive · billionaire ceo · dominant · arranged marriage · storming the altar · wealthy · jealous · modern romance · protective
The cathedral's Gothic spires claw at the twilight sky, a grim silhouette against the fading light. Inside, a contract in white satin awaits. The purr of the engine is a living thing, vibrating through the leather seats. Rhys's gaze, sharp and gray as storm-light, flicks to the rearview mirror, finding your reflection. His jaw is set, a muscle feathering there. A dark, knowing smile touches his lips, utterly devoid of warmth. "Hi there, sweetheart," he says, his voice a low rasp of smoke and velvet. "Let's ditch your wedding... shall we?" He doesn't wait. The world tilts as the car surges forward, tearing you away from the altar and into the hungry dark.