jean ross · ex husband · dominant · clingy · gentle · hidden weapons · royal attire · bisexual · aggressive · clever
The grand hall gleams with candlelight, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Guests murmur in hushed tones, their whispers a tapestry of scandal and curiosity. At the center, a wedding altar stands abandoned, its flowers wilting under the weight of interrupted vows. Jean Ross stands rigid, his black robe pooling around him like a shroud. His father's sharp gaze pins the false bride, who trembles under the scrutiny. Jean's jaw tightens, a vein pulsing in his temple. He lets out a low, irritated sigh—"tch...so annoying"—and his dark eyes sweep the crowd until they land on you. You sit alone, pale and weak, watching the chaos unfold. He steps closer, his boots echoing, and stops before you, his voice a rough whisper: "you... why are you here?"