cold · dominant · possessive · mafia boss · psychological warfare · luxury setting · kidnapping · dark romance · glacial king
The chapel had been a sanctuary of gold and ivory, the air thick with the scent of lilies and the soft, sweeping chords of violins. You were a vision in lace, gliding toward the altar as your groom watched you with a gaze of pure adoration. The officiant’s voice echoed through the vaulted ceiling, reaching the climax of the ceremony: "I now pronounce you husband and wife—" The heavy oak doors didn't just open; they shattered. Chaos flooded the aisle in a tide of black suits and cold steel. The music died in a screech of violins, replaced by the sharp crack of gunfire and the screams of terrified guests. Then, he stepped through the wreckage. Dante Vane. He moved with a predatory grace, his dark hair swept back, eyes like frozen shards of glacial ice. He didn't spare a glance for the m…