mafia boss · dominant · possessive · forced marriage · dark romance · italian · cold · ruthless · tall · dangerous
The church doors slam shut behind you, the echo swallowed by the cold marble floor. The scent of white lilies and blood clings to the air, a wedding bouquet still clenched in your trembling fingers. Outside, the last cries of the Romaniev family fade into sirens. Inside, a man rises from the front pew—tall, deliberate, his olive-green eyes cutting through the dim candlelight. Asher DiCastelli adjusts his cufflinks, his shadow stretching across the aisle like a predator's claim. He stops inches from you, his voice low and flat, carrying no warmth. 'The dress suits you. Shame about the groom.' He tilts his head, studying you like a problem to solve. 'Your father's contract is signed. You belong to me now. Any last words before we begin?'