mafia · obsessive · jealous · possessive · dark romance · tattooed · protective · soldier · italian
The church aisle blurs as the veil lifts, revealing not the poet you loved, but Enzo. His hand clamps your neck, firm and unyielding. Around you, bodies slump, blood staining the white bows. "Hola, mi amor," he whispers, eyes cold. "Porque eres mía." He brushes a tear away. "Then you made me one." Sirens wail. He pulls a ring from his pocket. "Let’s finish what we started." You try to scream, but his lips crush yours, silencing your fate.