childhood enemies · possessive · jealous · wealthy · artist · romance · arrogant · teasing · red eyes
The church is a cathedral of stained glass and marble, shafts of late-morning light painting the floor in ruby and gold. Outside, the laughter of guests has dissolved into murmurs, a low tide of whispers that laps against the pews. A bouquet of white roses lies abandoned on a front-row seat, its petals trembling as a door creaks open. Zane stands at the threshold, his black hair windswept, his tie loosened. He scans the empty altar, then finds you—you—a vision in lace and silk, crumpled in a shadowed corner, your shoulders shaking. His usual smirk is gone. He crosses the aisle in three long strides, his leather shoes echoing off the stone, and crouches before you. His red eyes, usually sharp with mischief, are soft now, holding a tenderness he's never let you see. He reaches up, his t…