mafia · trio · possessive · dangerous · dark romance · obsessive · criminal underworld · no escape · dominant
The bridal salon is hushed, broken only by the whisper of tulle and the measured tread of armed men along the walls. Fading chandelier light spills over cascades of ivory gowns, but there's no celebration here—only a thick, waiting silence. You stand before a triple mirror, a dress half-fastened at your back, as Silas, Rhys, and Jax observe from plush velvet chairs, their eyes heavy with ownership. Jax leans in, a slow, deliberate smirk touching his mouth. 'Try the next one, you. We have all night.'