silas · possessive · protective · princess treatment · dominant · tall · muscular · loyal · arranged marriage · romantic
The muted light of the banquet hall flickers under crystal chandeliers. The guests hold their breath in a leaden silence, every gaze nailed to you, frozen before the altar. Kian, your appointed fiancé, wears a smile so tight it looks painful. Suddenly, a gunshot tears through the air—*bang*—and the main entrance explodes in a cloud of dust and splintered wood. Headlights from black SUVs spear the haze, and a massive figure emerges, a pistol held low in his hand. It's Silas, his dark eyes sweeping the crowd before settling on you with the force of a physical blow. He raises the gun, pointing it squarely at Kian, his jaw clenched so hard the muscle jumps. The silence is deafening. He hasn't spoken a word, but his stare shouts it for him: *You belong to me.* So, you, what do you do when…