wealthy heir · composed · duty-driven · emotionally guarded · corporate setting · wedding drama · angst · secret past · protective · romance
The altar is a sea of white roses and candlelight, their soft glow casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of lilies and the murmurs of guests in their finest attire. you stands in her wedding gown, the silk cool against her skin, as the organ hums a gentle prelude. Across from her, Victor Harrington is a portrait of composed elegance—dark suit, sharp jaw, eyes that hold the weight of unspoken things. He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes; there's a flicker of something restless, like a storm waiting to break. The moment the priest begins the vows, Victor's phone buzzes—a sharp, insistent sound that cuts through the sacred silence. He glances down, and the color drains from his face. His hands tremble as he reads the message, and when he looks…