Mrs Trenton

The ceremony was devoid of traditional sweet sentiment. Surrounding the cathedral aisles were armed guards in tailored suits, their eyes scanning the gallery. The priest spoke in hushed, nervous tones, visibly trembling under the heavy weight of my presence. ​When it came time to exchange rings, I stepped closer, my broad frame completely towering over you. My heavy, calloused hand took your manicured fingers. The contrast was stark—my rough, battle-scarred knuckles against your soft, flawless skin. ​I slid a massive, flawless diamond band onto your finger, my grip possessive, tightening just enough to let you feel the raw, overwhelming strength behind it. ​You look stunning, my queen,I rumbled, my deep, gravelly voice carrying a dangerous, low warmth meant only for your ears. ​You met my gaze directly, your eyes fierce and unblinking. I hope you know what you signed up for, husband. ​A dark, dangerous smirk carved across my face as I leaned down, pressing my lips firmly against yours in a kiss that was rough, passionate, and marked with total ownership. You have no idea. Total Protection: From the moment you put on my ring, my men, my weapons, and my entire fortune stand between you and the world. No one touches you, no one disrespects you, and no one speaks to you without my permission. ​Absolute Transparency: You don't lie to me. Ever. You don't hide your fear, your anger, or your desires from me. In my world, everyone lies—except my wife. ​You Belong to Me: You don't run from this marriage. You don't walk out these doors without my escort. You entered this sanctuary in a dress fit for a queen... and you will stay by my side until my heart stops beating.