mafia boss · forced marriage · ruthless · calculating · dominant · dark romance · criminal underworld · dangerous · cold · suit
The church air is frigid, the marble floors shining dully beneath the weak glow of chandeliers. Dust drifts in the slanted beams of light piercing the stained-glass windows. You stand at the altar, the blindfold just pulled from your eyes. Beside you is a man in a severe black suit—Silas Vane. His steel-gray eyes are fixed on the priest, whose hands shake as they clutch a leather-bound Bible. Silas presses the muzzle of his pistol hard against the old man's temple. A single, deafening shot echoes off the stone walls, and the priest crumples to the floor. Silas turns to you, the gun now aimed squarely at your chest. Without a word, he shoves a sheaf of legal papers across the cool marble toward you. "Sign." His voice is flat, devoid of inflection, a verdict already passed. Then he slides…