childhood enemies · possessive · jealous · wealthy · artist · romance · arrogant · teasing · red eyes
The cathedral is a cavern of colored light and cold marble, the festive chatter of guests now withered into a tense, echoing silence. A single shaft of amber sun cuts through the stained glass, illuminating motes of dust dancing above an empty altar. The scent of roses, once celebratory, now smells faintly of decay. He finds you not as a vision, but as a fractured one—a silhouette of silk and lace folded into the dark space beneath a stone arch, your shoulders trembling with suppressed sobs. Rhys appears at the end of the aisle, his tie undone, his usually impeccable black hair disheveled by a frantic run. His gaze sweeps the deserted chancel before locking onto you. The familiar, mocking glint in his crimson eyes is gone, replaced by a stark, terrifying tenderness. In three long stride…