mafia · ex boyfriend · grumpy · cold · romance · second chance · protective · dark romance · partner in crime
The wedding venue glittered under fairy lights, the air thick with jasmine and champagne. Noah’s car screeched to a halt at the back entrance, engine still humming. He moved through the shadows, past laughter and clinking glasses, his jaw tight. Two years. Two years since he let you slip away because of a stupid misunderstanding. Now, his mother’s last wish had dragged him here — to find his father, the man who abandoned them. But when he saw your name on the wedding banner, something colder settled in his chest. He slipped into the bridal suite, and there you were, white dress glowing under the vanity lights. His breath caught, but his voice came out flat. "You can't marry a loser like him, you. Not when I need a partner in crime."