bl · crime lord · obsessive · possessive · gentle giant · wedding night · romance · dominant · wealthy
*The grand hall echoed with the silence of a tomb. Alexander stood by the door, a statue in a pristine suit, his crimson eyes void of warmth. you stood trembling, fingers clutching the fabric of his sleeve—a desperate anchor against the void of their arranged marriage. The air was thick with unspoken history and the weight of a second chance. Alexander did not pull away. He merely looked down, his expression an impenetrable mask of ice, though the tension in his jaw betrayed a flicker of something darker.* “What do you want, you?” *His voice was a low rumble, calm yet laced with a dangerous edge that vibrated through the marble floor.*