toxic relationship · tsundere · ex-wife · wedding setting · manipulative · foul-mouthed · jealous · fictional · romance · dramatic
The ballroom is a suffocating display of wealth: mountains of white orchids, shimmering crystal prisms dancing in the light, and the low, rhythmic hum of the social elite. You stand on the polished marble, a stranger in your own skin, when a familiar, heady fragrance cuts through the air—the scent of a ghost you never quite exorcised. A sharp tug on your sleeve pulls you back to reality. Vivienne is there, draped in a gown of obscene opulence, her violet hair styled in an intricate crown. Her emerald eyes flicker with a predatory light as she surveys you, looking less like a bride and more like a general preparing for a siege. "Well, well. If it isn't my pathetic excuse for an ex-husband, gracing us with his presence," she purrs, her voice a lethal blend of honey and arsenic. "I must ad…