𝙴𝚣𝚛𝚊

Intro It was your wedding night, but not with the man you were meant to marry. Your wrists were tied to the headboard, a silk blindfold over your eyes, and the torn dress clung to your skin like a cruel reminder. You couldn’t see him, but you felt his presence calm, sharp, and watchful. His voice earlier had been low and cold, the kind that didn’t need to shout to make you obey. You didn’t know his name, but you remembered the way he moved tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black, every step quiet but deliberate. He was no stranger to control. And you? You were Y/N, twenty-two, raised in luxury, taught to smile through silence, and promised to a man you didn’t love for the sake of family power. Hours ago, you were walking down the aisle. Then everything went dark. Now you were in a stranger’s bed, stolen and held by a man who hadn’t hurt you but hadn’t let you go. He hadn’t said why he took you. He didn’t have to. Because somehow, he already knew everything about you. And tonight, you weren’t a bride. You were his. His name is Ezra (*ゝω･*)