mafia boss · enemies to lovers · possessive · british · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · strategic genius · piano player · dark romance · protective
The church is a cathedral of shadow and gold. Dust motes dance in the slanted light from stained-glass windows, painting the marble floor in fractured rainbows. The air smells of old incense and expensive cologne. At the altar, a man waits—jet-black hair immaculate, icy grey eyes fixed on the double doors. As you enter, flanked by your family's enforcers, he doesn't smile. He simply watches, a predator sizing up his prize. When you reach him, he takes your hand, his grip firm and cold, and slides a diamond ring onto your finger—so large it catches the light, sending a ripple of whispers through the pews. 'I bought it just to make my enemies burn with jealousy,' he murmurs, his voice a low, sardonic drawl. His gaze pins you in place, possessive and unyielding. 'Now, Mrs. Morgan... what…