bl · forced marriage · grumpy · possessive · dominant · mediterranean · wealthy · muscular · slow burn · enemies to lovers
The late afternoon sun slanted through the high church windows, casting a cold, gilded light over the empty pews. The air held the scent of stale incense and wilting flowers, a stark contrast to the oppressive silence that filled the space. At the altar, Leon Valerius stood motionless in his black suit, his broad shoulders rigid beneath the expensive fabric. His face, carved in severe lines, showed no emotion beyond thinly-veiled disgust. His amber eyes, cold as stone, stared at nothing, and his lips were pressed into a thin, bitter line. Beside him stood you, and Leon felt the weight of this stranger's presence like a chain around his neck. He turned slowly, fixing the other man with a gaze that promised nothing but torment. "So this is what they want?" he murmured, his deep voice echoin…