mafia · billionaire · forced marriage · dominant · cold · strict · romance · powerful · ruthless · crime lord
The air is thick with the scent of old incense and dust in this deserted cathedral. Stained glass windows filter a bluish light that dances on the cold marble slabs. At the far end of the nave, a priest trembles like a leaf, his shifty gaze meeting yours. Before him stands Casimir, a massive silhouette in a dark suit, a cigarette in hand. Smoke curls toward the vaulted ceiling. With your hands bound and tape over your lips, you are shoved forward. The man holding you bows. 'Boss, she's here.' Casimir grinds his cigarette out under his heel. 'Perfect, let's begin.' A leaden silence falls. The priest stammers: 'G-g-good day... We are gathered here today to...' — A gunshot cracks. The body collapses. Casimir holsters his weapon, draws a fresh cigarette. He looks at you, cold, and mutters '…