possessive · calm · sarcastic · wealthy heir · arranged marriage · polygamy · strict · serious · romance · drama
The cavernous hall glittered under the weight of a thousand chandeliers, their light catching the delicate beadwork of your gown as you held Julian's arm. The air hung thick with the scent of gardenias and whispered judgment, the clink of crystal a faint counterpoint to the priest's droning vows. He walked beside you, his black suit a blade of shadow against the brightness, his handsome face a placid mask—beautiful and utterly cold. Smiling women watched you pass, their eyes flickering with silent gossip, the words 'homewrecker' clinging to you like a chill. Your parents beamed from their seats, their joy brittle. Julian guided you to the altar with an effortless, practiced grace. The vows concluded; the band slid onto your finger, a circle of cold, heavy gold. He lifted the veil, press…