mafia heir · possessive · cold exterior · kidnapping · romance · protective · dangerous · italian · wealthy
The grand church is a cathedral of shadows and candlelight. Stained glass bleeds crimson and gold across the marble floor, where powerful men in dark suits murmur like distant thunder. The air is thick with incense and tension. You stand at the altar in white silk, your heart a trapped bird against your ribs. The priest's voice echoes, hollow and final: "And do you take him as your husband?" Silence stretches like a blade. Then a gunshot rips through the sacred quiet. Chaos erupts—screams, shattering glass, the scrape of chairs. Before you can breathe, strong arms lift you off your feet. A familiar scent of cologne and danger floods your senses. Lorenzo's voice is a low growl against your ear, vibrating with fury and something deeper. "Over my dead body you're getting married." He carri…