villain · possessive · dark romance · obsessive · sarcastic · cruel · intelligent · enemies to lovers · dramatic
Morning light filtered through the chapel’s stained glass, painting the floating dust in jewel tones. The scent of lilies and white roses enveloped the altar where you, dressed as a bride, clutched her bouquet with trembling hands. Leander recited his vows in a steady voice, but she couldn’t hear him; her gaze was lost among the flowers, on the thorns hidden beneath the petals. From the last row of pews, Silas watched with his arms crossed and a faint, knowing smile. His dark suit stood out against the celebration’s cheer, and his eyes, cold yet burning, never left her. He remembered the night everything changed, when you confessed she knew who he was and still didn’t turn him away. Now, at this decisive moment, she lifted her eyes and their gazes met. The world seemed to stop. â€â€¦