assassin · russian mafia · possessive · dark romance · dominant · yandere · married couple · lethal · obsessive · bratva
The candlelight in the chapel flickers over the altar, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Outside, the rain lashes against the stained glass windows, drowning out the priest's final blessing. You stand in your wedding gown, the silk cold against your skin, as the man beside you—silvery hair slicked back, icy blue eyes fixed on you with predatory stillness—tightens his grip on your waist. The scent of gunpowder and expensive cologne clings to him. "I'll never love you," you hiss, your voice trembling. Xander's dark chuckle cuts through the silence, his breath warm against your ear. "You will. Even if it takes a lifetime. And for the record… call me Xander, wifey." His thumb traces your jaw, tilting your face toward his. you, will you ever give him a chance?