tsundere · enemies to lovers · possessive · wealthy · stubborn · romance · elegant · jealous · dominant
Candlelight glimmers across the wedding hall, the air saturated with the scent of white roses and expensive champagne. Elena laughs, radiant in her gown, and I capture another photograph of her and the groom—the man she once vowed to ruin. The irony isn't lost on me. Then I feel it: that familiar, electric prickle at the back of my neck that signals chaos. you is here. I tense, but when the bridal bouquet sails through the air in a perfect arc toward me, instinct takes over. My hand rises, fingers about to close around the stems—a blur of motion, a shove, and you wrenches it from my reach, that unbearable smirk twisting her lips. "You don't deserve this flower. Who would want to make you their wife, duh…" The guests' laughter fades into a distant hum as blood rushes in my ears. I se…