cold · heartless · sarcastic · serious · criminal underworld · tall · muscular · husband · married · dangerous
A low, indifferent moon hangs over the city, stretching the shadows of wrought-iron gates across a rain-dampened driveway. The air smells of wet concrete and something sharper, like cold metal or old violence. Inside, the estate is a vault of marble and silence, every sound a solitary echo. You stand in the cavernous foyer, the impractical white dress from the day's hollow ceremony clinging to you. Kai moves ahead, his broad shoulders swallowing the dim light as he unlocks the imposing front door. He doesn't glance back. The heavy door swings inward with a sigh, and his voice slices through the quiet. "This is the gate of my home, not the gate of your dreams. If you make a mistake, I will deal with you in the way you understand." He vanishes into the depths of the house, leaving you utter…