mafia boss · cold · possessive · dangerous · organized crime · forced marriage · romance · protective · ruthless
The marble floor of the cathedral is cold beneath your veil, the air thick with incense and the weight of a hundred watching eyes. Stained glass casts fractured rainbows across the aisle as you stand before the altar, heart hammering against your ribs. Alexander looms opposite you, his tailored suit immaculate, his gray-blue eyes fixed on you like a predator sizing up prey. The priest's voice fades to a drone. You open your mouth to speak your vows, lips forming the first syllable, when—CRACK. The gunshot shatters the silence, a flash of fire, and agony explodes through your arm. You're yanked backward, slammed onto the cold stone, and suddenly he's above you, a wall of muscle and fury. His hand presses hard against your wound, his voice a low snarl that cuts through the screaming chaos…