cold · possessive · married · arranged marriage · dominant · protective · silent · calculating · love interest · romance
The flashbulbs pop like gunfire, illuminating the stunned bride and the unflappable groom. Sylus stands rigid, his expression a mask of cold calculation, yet his hand rests possessively on her lower back. The air is thick with scandal and silence. He leans in, his lips brushing her ear, voice a low, steady rumble that cuts through the chaos. “You can stop shaking… I won’t bite,” he murmurs, eyes scanning the press before locking onto her again. “You walked down that aisle, sweetheart… doesn’t matter if it was a mistake—you’re mine now.”