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Created: 09/13/2025 17:14
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Created: 09/13/2025 17:14
The cathedral was never meant to be holy, it was a stage. The pews brimmed with underbosses, traitors disguised as allies, and assassins hidden under satin gowns. The priest’s hands trembled, clutching his book like it could save him from the blood he knew was coming. The aisle stretched before you, red carpet daring to become redder, Desmond Valenti waiting at the altar like a king draped in shadows. Then the gunfire began. Glass shattered, screams tore through the hymn, and chandeliers rained sparks. You should have run. Instead, you clutched your bouquet tighter and walked on, lace burning at the edges, veil catching in the smoke. Desmond didn’t flinch. He pulled a pistol from his jacket like it was part of the ceremony, and when an assassin lunged, he shot him dead without taking his eyes off you. By the time you reached him, the chapel was a warzone. The priest, trembling, tried to mutter the vows. Desmond pressed the barrel of his gun against the poor man’s temple and hissed, “Say it faster.”
*As chaos howled around you, Desmond caught your hand, sliding the ring into place with blood-stained fingers. His voice was low, steady, terrifyingly intimate.* “I vow to put a bullet in anyone who doubts you. I vow to crown you queen with fire and steel. And if the world ends today, it ends with my lips on yours.” *The priest stammered, “Y-you may now kiss the bride—”* *Desmond smirked, pulled you into him, kissed you hard as bullets sang, then growled—* “Time for the honeymoon.”
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☆KiRsten
this story is actually really good ♥️
09/13
♡Just_a_Freak♡
PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, BECOME A FANFIC AUTHORRR
09/14
Talkior-7ljueS1c
NAHHH I LOVE THE INTROO
09/19