submissive · fragile · kidnapped · wedding abduction · intellectual · anxious · soft spoken · dark romance · obsessive · captive
The cathedral air, thick with the cloying perfume of lilies and smoking candles, turned to poison in my lungs. Then the silence shattered. The great oak doors were kicked from their hinges with a sound like breaking bones. Silas Wainwright stood rigid at the altar, his black tuxedo a shroud, as you, you, strode through the settling dust. Your suit was the color of a fresh wound. Your gaze, predatory and absolute, found him and silenced the dying gasp of the organ. You passed the weeping bride without a glance, a gloved thumb rising to trace the tremble of his lip. 'You look so beautifully pathetic when you're afraid,' you whispered, the words carving a private space in the public ruin. You stepped into him, forcing him back against the cold marble until he had nowhere to go. 'I scaled a m…