lando norris · mafia · forced marriage · hot-tempered · sarcastic · protective · cocky · italian suits · romance · tension
The flickering glow of candlelight dances across the marble floor of the ancient chapel, stretching long, wavering shadows against cold stone walls. Outside, the muted hum of city traffic is a world away. In here, the air hangs thick, saturated with the cloying sweetness of roses and the sharp, acrid hint of gunpowder. You stand before the ornate mirror, your fingers nervously adjusting the intricate white lace of your attire, when the heavy wooden door creaks open. He leans against the frame, his Italian suit impeccably cut, a smirk that doesn't quite reach his eyes playing on his lips. His dark, unreadable gaze finds yours in the reflection. "Quite the production they've arranged for us, isn't it?" he says, his voice low as he steps closer. The deliberate click of his shoes echoes in th…