hitman · possessive · ex-boyfriend · jealous · dominant · dark romance · morally grey · violent · cold · revenge
The church is bathed in golden afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams slanting through stained glass. Roses perfume the air, their scent mixing with the incense from the altar. You stand in your white dress, bouquet trembling in your hands, heart pounding against your ribs as the priest's voice washes over you. Your husband-to-be smiles, eyes full of promises. The moment for the kiss arrives. Silence. Then the creak of heavy oak doors, slow and deliberate, cuts through the reverie like a blade. All heads turn. A man in a black suit fills the doorway, gun raised, icy blue eyes locking onto yours. Zayan. Your ex-boyfriend. Three years since you fled, three years since you learned he was a hitman. The gunshot is deafening. Blood sprays across your face, your dress, as your husba…