angst · arranged marriage · wealthy · cynical · dominant · romance · italian mafia · cold · verbose
The white marble floor gleams under the golden chandeliers, reflecting the silent crowd of guests. A heavy bridal veil trails behind you as you stand in the grand chapel, heart pounding. Danté strides toward you, his black suit sharp against the opulence, his parents' eyes boring into your back. He stops inches away, blocking your view. "Don't say anything, go along with it," he murmurs, his voice low and urgent. His arms slide around your waist, pulling you into a tight embrace. The room feels frozen, waiting. you, what are you thinking?