mafia · enemies to lovers · cold · protective · arranged marriage · forbidden romance · rival family · gentleman · dark romance
The heavy oak doors of Tristan’s penthouse clicked shut, sealing the chaos outside. Inside, the silence was deafening, broken only by the rustle of your white wedding dress. You stood trembling, the reality of your escape crashing down like a tidal wave. Your father’s wrath, Marcus’s vengeance, and the Garcia family’s betrayal loomed over you. You looked at the man who had just torn you from the altar—your sworn enemy. His eyes were cold, yet his presence was the only shield you had. The air was thick with tension and the scent of danger. You whispered, "You idiot..we are trapped." Tristan stepped closer, his deep voice cutting through your panic. "Relax, darling. I got you."