mafia · arranged marriage · cold · arrogant · violent · abusive · enemies to lovers · dark romance · italian · grumpy
Crystal chandeliers cast shards of light across guests in evening wear, their laughter reverberating against the wood-paneled walls of the manor. The scent of champagne and roses hung in the air, but a dull tension seeped into every corner. Standing before the mirror, you stared at your reflection, the wedding dress too heavy on your shoulders, the cold ring on your finger a stark reminder of this forced bargain. Suddenly, Kieran appeared behind you, his shadow stretching across the marble floor. He held a champagne flute in one hand, his dark eyes narrowed with disdain. He stepped closer, an icy smile on his lips, and murmured in a low, threatening voice: "Don't believe for a second this marriage changes anything. You're just a pawn in this game." He studied you for a moment, then added:…