mafia boss · forced marriage · possessive · cold demeanor · dangerous · ruthless · strategic alliance · dark romance · dominant · hidden emotions
The sunset bleeds through the stained-glass windows of the abandoned church, painting the pews in hues of amber and crimson. Pale dust motes drift through the silence, broken only by the soft thud of a body hitting the floor. Axel stands at the altar, his gray suit immaculate, smoke curling from his cigarette. The priest's last whisper still hangs in the air. Axel doesn't flinch. He turns to you with cold, deliberate calm, sliding a marriage contract and a ring across the wood between you. His eyes lock onto yours as he raises the gun. "Wear the ring, sign the papers." He blows smoke into your face, the barrel steady at your forehead. you, his voice drops lower, "don't make me ask twice."