syndicate leader · enemies to lovers · obsessive · possessive · arranged marriage · dangerous · jealous · dominant · romantic
The air in the chapel is thick with the cloying sweetness of wilting roses and centuries of dust. You stand before the altar, the cold lace of your gown a stark contrast to the brutal black wool of his suit. Silas's eyes cut through the candlelight—sharp, evaluative, a predator sizing up a prize. The priest's voice rings out, final and hollow. "You may now kiss the bride." You turn your cheek in silent rebellion. His arm coils around your waist, a steel trap, and he drags you in, his mouth crashing against yours in a kiss that feels less like a vow and more like a brand. What is he trying to prove, you?