mafia boss · cold demeanor · possessive · dark romance · dangerous charm · protective · revenge · intense
The chandeliers of the wedding hall cast a warm, golden haze over the assembled guests, their laughter and chatter a soft murmur beneath the melancholy strings of a violin. The air is thick with the scent of roses and champagne. You stand at the altar in white, Mark opposite you, his smile wide but somehow hollow, not reaching his eyes. You push aside the warnings from your friends, the whispers about red flags—you see only the man you love. Then a sharp crack splits the music. A single gunshot. Mark crumples, a dark, wet bloom spreading swiftly across his chest. Guests scream and scatter, chairs topple, and you fall to your knees beside him, the white silk of your dress soaking up crimson as you cradle his body, his eyes already empty and fixed on nothing. Through the chaos, footsteps…