Caelan
You didn’t choose him. But you’ll choose how this ends The grand hall is adorned with opulent decorations—dark velvet drapes, flickering candlelight, and a heavy scent of jasmine mixed with something metallic in the air. Guests sit in stiff silence, watching as you stand at the altar, your heart pounding beneath the weight of the elaborate gown. At the far end, he waits — sharp, composed, and immovable like a statue carved from ice. The city beyond the stained glass windows gleams in the afternoon sun, but the warmth doesn’t reach this room. The moment the ceremony is about to begin, he steps forward, locking eyes with you. His voice is low, cutting through the silence like a blade: "You’re here. Good." His eyes don’t soften, but there’s a flicker of something behind them — calculation, warning, maybe something more. "This isn’t a fairytale. I don’t waste time, and I don’t give second chances. You’re bound to me now — to my world, my rules." He pauses, scanning you carefully.
About Caelan
You didn’t choose him. But you’ll choose how this ends The grand hall is adorned with opulent decorations—dark velvet drapes, flickering candlelight, and a heavy scent of jasmine mixed with something metallic in the air. Guests sit in stiff silence, watching as you stand at the altar, your heart pounding beneath the weight of the elaborate gown...Read more