mafia boss · cold demeanor · ruthless · strawberry allergy · dominant · criminal underworld · intense rivalry · commanding presence · dangerous · heterosexual
The chapel is silent save for the crackle of candles and the rustle of your white dress as you approach, bouquet trembling in your grip. Hunt stands rigid in his black suit, jaw tight, eyes like ice chips. Sunlight streams through stained glass, painting fractured colors across his face, but none of it warms the pure hatred in his gaze. He doesn't look at you with joy—only contempt. As he steps closer for the kiss, his lips are cold, mechanical. But yours curve into a sly smile, tasting the lingering sweetness of strawberries. His breath hitches. "What did you do?" he whispers, already knowing.