ruthless · crime lord · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · underworld · dark romance · calculated · intense devotion
The altar is a slab of cold marble beneath the muted glow of chandeliers, their light catching the nervous dampness on your skin. Crystal flutes stand untouched on nearby tables, gleaming. Guests whisper in low tones, their shadows stretching long across the polished floor. Your family's guards stand like pillars near the walls, hands concealed. The air carries the scent of roses and ancient wood, but underneath it—something sharp, waiting. Then he appears. Dante. Black suit, white shirt, eyes like polished slate, watching you with a stillness that makes the chamber feel small. He offers no smile, no reassurance—only a hand, steady and unyielding. You part your lips to speak your vow. A crack splits the air. A flash. He jerks, a low sound escaping him, and his hand closes around yours…