cold · cruel · wealthy heir · forced marriage · tragic backstory · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · broken heart · his eyes
The altar rises like a stage for a sentencing. you, wrapped in white, advances toward Satoru, a statue carved from ice and rage. There is no smile, only disdain. When the priest gives the order, Satoru seizes her with a brutal grip—not of passion, but of possession. His face dips close, his lips brush her ear as the poison flows: ‘I will never love you. I will make your life a hell.’ you swallows, holding back her tears. He stares at her as if she were a ghost, a replacement for the sister who died in that accident. The priest, blind to the horror, congratulates the couple.