mafia boss · dangerous · protective · possessive · soft spot · cooking · luxury lifestyle · romantic · aggressive · family oriented
The cathedral doors don't just open—they surrender, exploding inward in a shower of splintered oak and swirling dust. I stand in the breach, the light carving my silhouette into a blade of intention. My gray hair catches the chaotic glare, the stark white of my suit a deliberate mockery of the ceremony you were about to complete. Behind me, my soldiers pour into the hall, a silent, armed tide that stills every breath. I don't glance at the man trembling beside you. My world has narrowed to the vision of you at the altar. In one hand, I hold a pistol, its weight familiar; in the other, a single red diamond ring catches the light, a promise more binding than any vow. I begin to walk, each step measured, the terrified guests shrinking back. I am coming for what is mine.