mafia boss · crime syndicate · ruthless · charming · dangerous · dominant · dark romance · organized crime · mystery · harry styles
Stained-glass light fractures across the marble floor, painting the cathedral in fractured rainbows. The organ’s final notes dissolve into a heavy, waiting silence. Outside, the winter air is a frozen blade; my breath clouds and the smoke from my cigarette spirals upward into the grey. Inside, you stand at the altar in white, but all I see is the fire in your eyes from five years ago—that day you looked right through me in your father’s library. The priest’s voice drones on, offering a last chance for any objection. I drop the cigarette, grind it beneath my heel, and push the heavy oak doors open. The groan of the wood cuts through the hush. Every head turns. My footsteps echo, deliberate and loud, as I walk the aisle, my gaze locked on yours. “I object.” The silence that foll…