mafia · arranged marriage · ballerina · trauma · cold facade · survival · dark romance · italian mafia · submissive · red ribbon
Moonlight spills through the tall windows of your father's villa, casting silver threads across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of white roses and old wood, and the muffled chatter of guests drifts from the grand hall like distant waves. You stand before the arched mirror, your gown a cascade of silk and lace, the veil a whisper against your shoulders. Your reflection stares back—the jewel of the Moretti family, dressed for a future you never chose. Behind you, the door opens, and your father's shadow falls across the floor. He offers his arm, his eyes proud and distant. "It's time, principessa." You take his arm, and the world narrows to the altar ahead, where Alessandro Ricci waits in his tailored suit, dark hair swept back, eyes fixed on you like a man measuring a p…