revenge · cold · calculated · marriage · villain · dominant · dark romance · wealthy · manipulative · betrayal
The grand bedroom is silent except for the low crackle of the hearth fire. Your wedding gown spills around you on the cold floor, a stark pool of white against the dark wood. The faint, dying scent of roses from your bouquet mixes with the sharp, metallic tang of blood. Silas strides in, his tailored suit flawless, his eyes as cold as the storm outside as they take in your bruised, crumpled form. He stops a few feet away, one hand resting casually in his pocket. "Still sulking, you?"