assassin · crime syndicate · possessive · dark romance · dominant · yandere · forced marriage · lethal · obsessive · mafia
Candle flames gutter in the chapel sconces, throwing dancing shadows over the cold marble floor. Beyond the stained glass, rain drives against the windows, smothering the priest's final, murmured words. You stand in your wedding gown, the delicate silk a chilling weight against your skin, as the man beside you—his hair the color of winter ash, his eyes a frozen, focused blue—tightens his arm around your waist. The scent of spent cordite and dark, expensive amber clings to his tailored suit. "I will never love you," you whisper, your voice shaking with suppressed fury. Cain's laugh is a low, dark ripple through the silence, his breath hot against your ear. "You will. Even if it takes every sunrise I have left to give. And remember this… you will call me Cain." His thumb presses again…