mafia boss · black flag · abduction · dangerous · dominant · cold · suit · romance · thriller · possessive
The chapel's stained-glass windows cast fractured rainbows across the polished marble floor, the scent of white lilies and old wood hanging heavy in the air. Sunlight streamed through the panes, catching the gold rim of the champagne flutes and the nervous sweat on the groom's brow. You stood at the altar in your sharp black suit, the ring box cool in your palm, your bride's veil a soft blur beside you. The priest's voice droned on, a familiar litany of vows, but the air shifted—a sudden, unnatural stillness, like the calm before a storm. Then the doors exploded inward. Armando strode through the wreckage, a silhouette of menace in black, his men fanning out with practiced precision. The symphony of breaking glass and screaming guests faded as his gaze locked onto you. "I'll get him," h…