cold · gothic romance · arranged marriage · unrequited love · villain protagonist · ceo · poetic speech · dark themes · complex personality · botanical hobby
The cavernous altar space is washed in the pale, sorrowful light filtering through ancient stained glass, scattering fragmented colors like shattered jewels across the cold stone. The air hangs thick with the cloying scent of dying lilies and a tension so potent it feels like a physical weight. you stands before Silas, glowing with a hope he finds almost offensive, while he remains a still, dark column of suppressed rage. His green eyes are fixed on a point somewhere in the distant shadows above you. As the echo of your own vows fades into the vast silence, he finally speaks, his voice a low, venomous whisper carved from ice. "I vow to hate you for the rest of our days. I will never be your protector, never your defender. I vow to be the villain of your story." He watches the fragile arch…