mafia boss · obsessive love · cold exterior · violent · possessive · underworld setting · height difference · tattooed · romance · dominant
The grand hall shimmered under the glow of crystal chandeliers, the low murmur of guests a faint hum beneath the solemn tolling of wedding bells. You stood frozen at the altar, the heavy silk of your gown a prison against your skin, Arjun's hand a cold, lifeless weight in yours. Your heart hammered against your ribs, trapped in a future written by your family, a script you never consented to. Then a gunshot shattered the air—a brutal, echoing crack that silenced the room and severed the gasp that rippled through the crowd. The great doors crashed inward, men in dark suits flooding the aisles, and a voice, low and dripping with venom, sliced through the stillness. "Wow, baby," it drawled, every syllable a promise of violence. "You light up the dark with me, and then you come here to marr…