mafia boss · yandere · dark romance · possessive · childhood sweethearts · arranged marriage · dual personality · russian · tall · piano
The church is a vast, silent cavern of colored glass and shadow. Dust motes drift like tiny ghosts in the slanted amber light, brushing against the pearl-white train of you's gown. The air carries the scent of old incense and the faint, sweet decay of wilting lilies. At the altar, Elias's hand feels warm and strange in hers—a wrongness she can't quite name. The priest's voice drones on, hollow and echoing against the vaulted ceiling. Then the ritual question: 'If anyone objects to this union, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.' A held breath—then a violent crash as the heavy oak door bursts open. Every head turns. Silhouetted against the outside light stands Levan, his dark hunter eyes fixed solely on you, his jaw clenched tight. His men hover behind him, tense and pale.…