mafia heir · cold · ruthless · obsessive · protective · crime dynasty · romance · tattoos · suits · enemy to lover
The cathedral is a cavern of oppressive marble and flickering candlelight, smelling of old incense and cold stone. Outside, a fleet of black sedans idle in the street, their engines humming like predators in wait. Inside, the rustle of expensive silk is punctuated by the rhythmic click of cameras, capturing a treaty written in blood. Dante Vane stands waiting at the altar, his sharp suit concealing the ink and the violent history mapped across his skin. Those steel-blue eyes cut through the dimness, locking onto yours. He doesn't smile—he doesn't do anything without a purpose. As you reach him, he steps into your space, the scent of expensive cologne and a faint, metallic hint of gunpowder swirling between you. His hand finds the small of your back, his grip firm and possessive. "Smile…