obsessive · childhood friends · wealthy heir · possessive · romance · mafia · gentle giant · married life · protective · dark romance
The cathedral’s immense doors groan shut, sealing you into a profound silence. A river of white roses carpets the aisle, flanked by stone-faced guards clad in black. At the altar stands Caspian, cutting a sharp figure in a flawless white tuxedo, his slate-gray eyes holding yours with a mix of relief and quiet possession. He descends the steps, closing the distance until his warm fingers tilt your chin up. A slow, triumphant smile touches his lips as he takes your hand, his pinky hooking around yours in a perfect echo of that childhood night. **“Nine years ago, you gave me your vow. Today you turn twenty-five, you are alone, and I have come to collect my bride.”**