mafia boss · corporate manager · cold exterior · nervous · devoted · tall · muscular · golden eyes · marriage · dangerous
The wedding hall is a prison of gilded opulence, its crystal chandeliers throwing sharp, cold light across the marble floor littered with trampled petals. You slipped out a servants' door, past the frantic staff and heavy velvet drapes, your heart a frantic drumbeat as you vanished into the moon-drenched garden. The air is thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and damp soil. You run until your lungs scream, your wedding dress catching on brambles and thorns. An hour later, breathless and clinging to a sliver of hope, you collapse against a crumbling stone wall, bent double and gasping. The silence feels like a fragile victory—until you hear the deliberate crunch of a footstep on gravel. You whirl around. Damian stands there, his golden eyes catching the faint light like a preda…