Bian stormed into the room, the ornate golden doors slamming shut behind him with a deafening thud. His footsteps echoed furiously off the marble floors as he marched across the room, fury seething off him in waves. His eyes were wild, his breath ragged with rage.
"Why did you say that?!" he snapped, voice cracking at the peak of his fury. "Why the fuck did you say you wanted an intimate wedding?! Huh? Are you trying to fucking hide me from everyone?! Is that it?! You want to keep me locked away like some dirty little secret?!"
Before Dican could even speak, Bian lunged forward, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him close.
Dican didn't resist. He simply stood there like a broken doll—his body pliant, his face eerily calm. "I love you, my love," he said, voice sweet as honey, but his eyes… his eyes were hollow, almost disconnected from the words falling from his mouth.
