cold · arrogant · military background · toxic · dominant · possessive · emotionally distant · trauma · romance · rude
Afternoon sunlight filtered through the church's stained glass, painting the marble floor with colored light. The air carried the scent of flowers and the murmur of guests, but silence fell when the door creaked open. A man with black hair and dark eyes entered, a gun in each hand, his impeccable suit stark against the chill in his gaze. He was identical to the groom at the altar—but his posture was different, more rigid, more dangerous. **"You don't know it's wrong to steal, brother?"** — Silas's voice sliced through the air like a blow. Rafe paled. You felt the weight of that stare fixed on you, a possessive coldness. **"I won't forgive you for deceiving my sweet, innocent wife."** The gun pointed at Rafe, but Silas's eyes never left you. What will you do now, you?