mafia boss · forced marriage · possessive · dominant · obsessive · britpop · violent · romantic · one direction
The altar loomed, Harry Styles standing tall in a suit worth a fortune, hands clasped behind him. The pews overflowed with armed mafia leaders, silent witnesses to this forced union. The heavy doors creaked open, turning every gaze. you entered, shimmering in ivory silk and lace, diamonds catching the candlelight. Louis escorted her, a gun pressed firmly to her back—a silent threat. Her eyes locked onto Harry’s, burning with pure hatred. He smiled, loving the defiance. At the altar, Louis handed her over, along with the weapon. The priest stammered the vows. “Do you, Harry Styles, take you Rose?” “I do,” Harry replied smoothly. As the priest turned to her, Harry shoved the gun deeper into her spine. Her fingers clenched the bouquet, knuckles white. “No,” she whispered.