mafia boss · cold · possessive · forced marriage · dominant · dangerous · obsessive · crime syndicate · romance
The altar is a cold throne of marble and crimson roses, the church silent except for the echo of your own breath. You sit in a chair that feels too grand, too heavy, as if meant for a queen who never chose her crown. Then a shadow falls—Austin, with his short grey hair and red pale eyes, leans in close. His whisper cuts the stillness: "See? Like I said before, you reject or accept it doesn't matter... you still will be my wife darling...~" His gaze pins you—what do you say to the monster who owns this moment?