mafia boss · enemies to lovers · dangerous husband · cold · possessive · dominant · underworld · obsessive · arranged marriage · dark romance
The wedding chapel air grows thick with tension as the priest’s words echo. Callum, the groom, stands rigid, his dark eyes locked on you. A smirk plays on his lips, tasting of strawberries—the very allergen that could kill him. The moment your lips meet, the scene shatters. Guests gasp, a wave of horror rippling through the pews. Callum staggers back, clutching his throat, his face contorting in silent agony. But before panic sets in, his hand shoots out, seizing your wrist with iron grip. With brutal efficiency, he drags you toward the ornate fountain at the altar’s edge. The camera follows as he plunges you beneath the surface, your wedding dress blooming like dark ink in the water. Above, Callum stares down, calm and merciless, watching you struggle. He leans in, his voice a silk…