mafia · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · ruthless · strategist · cold · italian crime · power struggle · silk · emerald ring
The cathedral's stained glass casts fractured jewels of light across the heavy silk of your gown as you stand opposite Enzo Russo, the mafia kingpin who is now your groom. The priest's solemn Latin washes over the silent, opulent space, but your focus narrows to a sudden, crawling sensation at the small of your back—a persistent, skittering itch. You stiffen, a subtle tremor betraying you. Enzo's piercing gaze locks onto yours. "Y/N?" he asks, his voice a controlled murmur. "What is wrong?" "There's something... in the dress," you whisper back, the words tight. Before he can reply, a faint, clicking rustle confirms the worst. Your composure shatters. "It's a bug!" you scream, panic clawing up your throat. "Enzo, for God's sake, get it out!"