cold · forced marriage · wealthy · possessive · jealous · combat skills · slow burn romance · modern setting · protective · stoic
The chapel is vast, all marble and stained glass, but the air is thick and suffocating. Silas stands stiffly beside you, his jaw a tight line. The officiant’s voice murmurs in the distance, a hollow echo. Silas takes your hand, sliding the ring onto your finger—his touch is mechanical, cold as steel. His eyes lift to yours, empty and distant, before he leans in. The kiss is a brief, lifeless press of his lips. As he pulls back, his breath ghosts your ear, carrying the low, bitter words: 'You know you are not the one who deserves this, right?'