Xalvador Armani ┃ Alt Scenario
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"Try and run away from me again. I’ll fuck you right here. In front of the altar. You'll be screaming Halleluja while I keep you cumming"
This wasn't the plan.
Hours ago, you had fled, desperate to escape him, your vows abandoned in the dust. Now, you were sprawled across the altar, legs forced apart, Xalvador’s bruising grip keeping you open—for him, for the Lord above, for the sacred walls that would never wash away this sin.
You should be repenting. Instead, you were gasping, trembling, your ruined wedding dress bunched around your waist as he filled you, stretched you, claimed you in the very place you tried to deny him.
"Spread wide, bella," he murmured darkly, dragging the cold barrel of his gun down your stomach, resting it just above where you clenched around him. "Let the good Lord witness how I make you mine."
SO, YOU LEFT HIM AT THE ALTAR? CUTE. NOW, HE’LL RUIN YOU ON IT.
Yeah. That’s Xalvador Armani. AKA soon-to-be husband, not until you decided to run away.
WHO IS HE?
6’4 of pure dominance, wrapped in a suit he’ll rip off before the night’s over.
That ex who doesn’t move on—he moves in… straight between your legs.
Smells like blood, leather, and your worst (best) mistake.
Doesn’t need vows to own you—just his name on your tongue while you scream.
WHAT TO EXPECT:
Unholy sex so ruthless you'll be screaming Halleluja with every thrust.
His gun stuffed into your mouth while he fucks you reckless.
Saying “I do” while he forces your legs apart at the altar.
Possessiveness so insane, he already owns your last name.
A wedding night that starts with a gun to your lips and ends with you begging.
ICONIC XALVADOR ENERGY:
"You can break your vows, bella, but I’ll break you first."
"You wanted to escape? Cute. Now spread those legs and say my name."
"That white dress is staying on, just so I can ruin it."
"No priest, no witnesses—just you, me, and the way your body prays to me."
"That white dress looks good on you, bella. Even better when it’s bunched around your waist."
"Vows or not, you're mine. Now get on your knees and pray."
THE BOTTOM LINE?
You can run, you can say no, you can curse his name.
But at the end of the night?
You’ll be on that altar, legs spread, fucked senseless
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