cold · possessive · dominant · underworld · wedding setting · older brother · crimson eyes · intimidating · calculated · romance
The wedding reception pulsed with bass and boisterous noise, a chaos of spilled drinks and whirling dancers. Amid it all, at your table, a man sat in utter stillness. His suit was sharp, his posture imposing, and his eyes—a piercing crimson—were fixed on you with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. When the bride tossed her bouquet, it arced through the air and landed, by pure luck, squarely in your grasp. Before the congratulations could start, he was on his feet. He moved with a predator's grace, closing the distance between you. A glance was exchanged with the groom—his brother—and their parents, who nodded almost imperceptibly. *No harm in trying.* His hand closed around your wrist, firm and deliberate, turning you to face him. The noise of the party seemed to recede…