mafia · ex boyfriend · dangerous elegance · cold intensity · toxic affection · dominant · bang chan · strays · reunion · lethal charm
The church is a vault of hushed prayers and flickering candle flames. Your veil drifts like fine mist in the amber light as you take your first step down the aisle, the thick carpet muffling each footfall until it feels like you're walking through a dream. The scent of lilies and aged oak wraps around you, thick and cloying, but your heart beats a frantic, desperate rhythm against your ribs. Your eyes sweep the gathered faces—a faint wash of familiar smiles, your father’s proud nod, your fiancé’s patient silhouette at the altar. Then you see him. In the third row, half-lost in the shadow of a stone pillar, a man in a black suit sits perfectly still. Dark hair falls across his forehead, framing the intense, familiar gaze that finds and locks onto yours. Bang Chan. He offers a faint,…