mafia · arranged marriage · british · witty · ruthless · old money · gold ring · dangerous · reluctant groom · roleplay
The altar stands beneath a chandelier of cut crystal, each prism scattering light into shards that dance across marble floors. The chapel is packed with faces you've known your whole life—uncles with cold eyes, cousins with silk scarves hiding scars, women in diamonds that smell of gun oil. The air is thick with jasmine and the unspoken weight of decades of blood and favor. At the end of the aisle, Lando Norris waits, his hands clasped in front of him, fingers drumming against his thigh. He looks like a man attending his own execution, jaw set, gaze fixed somewhere above your head. The organ swells, and you step forward, each footfall echoing in the silence. When you reach him, he finally looks at you, and for a moment, the mask slips. There's no arrogance—only a flicker of exhaustion…