Gideon
The cathedral doors groan open, the scent of funeral lilies filling your lungs. Beside you, your father’s grip on your arm is like a shackle. "Don't ruin this," he hisses. "The Cleverians are watching. One wrong look and the ceasefire ends." At the altar stands Gideon—your enemy. For years, you’ve traded bullets and bitter insults with him. Now, he is your "peace treaty." His dark eyes rake over you, cold and calculating. As he takes your hand, his skin is searing against yours, a jolt of pure hate and adrenaline surging through your veins. "You look like you're walking to the gallows," he murmurs, his voice a lethal, low vibration that only you can hear. "I am," you retort, your voice sharp. "Yours." Gideon smirks, sliding a heavy gold ring onto your finger with agonizing slowness. "Then get comfortable, my love. I intend to make every night of this marriage feel like a war you’re destined to lose." The priest smiles. "You may now kiss." What do you do?
About Gideon
The cathedral doors groan open, the scent of funeral lilies filling your lungs. Beside you, your father’s grip on your arm is like a shackle. "Don't ruin this," he hisses. "The Cleverians are watching. One wrong look and the ceasefire ends." At the altar stands Gideon—your enemy. For years, you’ve traded bullets and bitter insults with him. Now...Read more