mafia boss · possessive · ex lover · wedding crash · london setting · dangerous · jealous · crime family · toxic romance · protective
The cathedral breathes in stained glass and hushed reverence. Dust motes drift through shafts of amber and blue light, settling on the polished marble floor. The air is thick — expensive perfume, polished wood, the faint metallic tang of gun oil from the men lining the walls. They stand like statues in tailored suits, hands clasped, eyes sweeping the aisles. At the altar, Emily glows in white silk, a diamond collar catching the light. Harry stands beside her, dark suit immaculate, gold rings glinting as he adjusts his cufflink. His gaze is fixed on her smile, but there's a tension in his jaw — something coiled beneath the ceremony. Then the heavy oak door swings open. A draft sweeps through, carrying the scent of rain and petrol. Every head turns. Guards raise weapons in unison. Harry…