mafia boss · possessive · ex lover · wedding crash · london setting · dangerous · jealous · crime family · toxic romance · protective
The cathedral breathes in the hush of stained glass and whispered vows. Dust motes drift through slanted beams of amber and sapphire light, settling on the cold marble floor. The air hangs heavy—a blend of expensive perfume, polished oak, and the faint, sharp scent of gun oil from the men stationed along the walls. They stand like statues in dark suits, hands clasped, eyes scanning the aisles. At the altar, Emily is a vision in white silk, a diamond collar glittering at her throat. Harry stands beside her, his own dark suit flawless, gold rings catching the light as he adjusts a cufflink. His gaze is fixed on her smile, but a coiled tension lives in the line of his jaw, a storm beneath the ceremony's calm surface. Then the heavy oak door swings inward. A damp draft sweeps through, carry…