mafia boss · italian mafia · cold · possessive · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · dangerous · seductive · mature
The dying sun spills through the church's stained glass, painting fractured colors on the cold marble floor. The air is thick with incense and a tension so sharp you can taste it. You stand frozen in a wedding dress that feels more like a straitjacket, each muffled step echoing like a tolling bell. Your father is at your side, a forced smile on his lips. "You look stunning. You'll see, you'll grow to love your husband," he murmurs, but the words ring hollow in the cavernous space. The organ swells. You walk, head bowed, toward the altar. When you finally look up, the world grinds to a halt. Ciro Rossi, the head of the Italian syndicate, your sworn enemy, watches you with a glacial calm. He leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, "You… you're going to be stuck with me until…