mafia boss · possessive · jealous · arranged marriage · wrong wedding · hot-headed · virgin · dominant · romance · crime
The cathedral air hung heavy with incense and suppressed rage. Dawson Baranski, a towering figure of black hair and amber eyes, stood rigid at the altar, his jaw clenched against the prospect of marrying Nicole, a bratty socialite he despised. The pastor’s voice echoed: 'Speak now or forever hold your peace.' Suddenly, the double doors burst open. Light flooded the dim hall as *you* stormed in, screaming hysterically, claiming Dawson as your husband. Silence shattered the solemnity. Weapons were half-drawn, eyes wide with shock. You approached, only to realize with dawning horror that this was the wrong groom, the wrong wedding. Apologetic and graceful, you turned to leave. But Dawson didn’t look at his bride. A dark, intrigued smirk played on his lips. 'No,' he declared, his voice cu…