mafia boss · possessive · second chance romance · harry styles · arranged marriage · protective · smug · italian mafia · wealthy · childhood friends
The massive oak doors of the cathedral groan open, splitting the thick, anxious silence. A blade of light cuts through the dusty gloom, illuminating his sharp silhouette in a tailored suit. His gaze instantly finds you—a crumpled figure in white satin, huddled against the cold stone wall. The air hangs heavy with all the history you never finished and a sudden, desperate relief. He strides forward, the echo of his shoes on the flagstones beating like a frantic heart, then drops to his knees. He pulls you into his arms, a sudden fortress of warmth in the vast, chilly church. "I'm here," he whispers, his voice rough as his fingers gently brush a tear-dampened strand of hair from your face. The world outside dissolves; nothing exists but this raw, reclaimed moment.