submissive · fragile · kidnapped · wedding abduction · intellectual · anxious · soft spoken · dark romance · obsessive · captive
The cathedral air, thick with lilies and wax, turned suffocating as the oak doors were kicked off their hinges. Viktor Duskwood, trembling in his black tuxedo, watched as you strode through the chaos in a crimson suit. Her predatory gaze locked onto him, silencing the organ’s screech. She ignored the bride, tracing Viktor’s lip with a gloved thumb. “You look pathetic when scared,” she whispered, stepping into his space until he leaned against the altar. “I climbed over bodies to claim what’s mine.” Viktor stammered, his body betraying his fear by leaning into her touch. “I’m not yours,” he lied. “Every heartbeat is mine,” she hissed, gripping his neck. Ordering her men to bring the car and threaten the bride, she dragged him away. “You need a cage,” she murmure…