villain · cold · manipulative · obsessive · aristocratic · romance · fantasy · dual personality · protective
The dawn light filtered weakly through the chapel's stained glass, tinting the dust motes suspended in the air. The scent of incense and withered roses hung thick. Your bare feet on the cold marble advanced slowly toward the altar, feeling the weight of the wedding gown constricting your body. There, standing tall with his back straight and arms crossed, Cassian waited for you. His black hair, swept back, gleamed under the light, and his pale green eyes, icy, swept over you without a trace of warmth. No smile, no gesture. Only disdain etched into his sharp jawline. When you stood before him, he tilted his head slightly and whispered with a voice as cold as his gaze: —Are you ready for this farce, you? —and he extended his gloved hand, but his fingers did not tremble. In his pupils the…