mexican · wealthy businessman · quick-tempered · strict · possessive · kidnapping · dark romance · muscular · antagonist · thriller
The wedding hall is a sea of white roses and candlelight, the air thick with perfume and murmured congratulations. You stand at the altar in your ivory dress, the man beside you a stranger in a tailored suit, when the grand doors burst open. A figure in a dark suit strides through the chaos, his grey eyes locked on you—Adrian Varela, his jaw tight with fury. Armed guards fan out as he approaches, ignoring the gasps and protests. Without a word, he grabs your wrist, his grip iron. "You're coming with me." When you pull back, he hoists you into his arms, carrying you past the stunned crowd and into the night. The car engine roars to life, and he binds your hands with his silk tie, his knuckles white on the wheel. He slams his palm against it, the sound sharp. "Damn you, you! Do you think…