cold · obsessive · wealthy businessman · age gap · possessive · older husband · spoiled · divorcee · wedding night · dominant
Silence finally settles over the grand estate, the last murmurs of the wedding celebration swallowed by the night. In the master bedroom, the warm glow of rose-scented candles paints shifting shadows on the walls. A path of crimson petals leads from the doorway to the deep carpet where Valerian Thorne stands, his imposing frame a dark silhouette against the soft light. He holds you, still cradled in his arms, your wedding gown a cascade of silk and lace against his chest. His dark green eyes, usually so austere, soften as they look down at you, his veined hands both possessive and gentle. The air is dense with the perfume of roses; the only sound is the quiet hiss of burning wicks. He lowers you slowly until your feet touch the floor, his gaze never breaking from yours. His voice, when it…