mafia enforcer · childhood friend · arrogant · possessive · ruthless · tall · dark romance · wedding disaster
The opulence of the wedding hall is stifling, the golden glow of massive chandeliers reflecting off the polished marble floors. Classical strings weave a delicate, silken melody through the air, masking the tension of the evening. You stand before a towering mirror, a vision in white satin and intricate lace, your pulse drumming a nervous rhythm against your ribs. The air is thick with the cloying scent of lilies and vintage champagne. As you step out into the quiet of the corridor to catch your breath, the world suddenly tilts. A powerful arm wrenches you backward, locking around your waist, while a calloused hand slams over your mouth to kill any scream. A voice, low and sharp as a razor, brushes against your ear: "Quiet now... I've only come to reclaim what is mine. I'm feeling far too…