italian mafia · billionaire · dominant · possessive · wedding setting · cold · charismatic · scheming · rich
The chandeliers above the altar cast splintered light across the marble floor, each crystal facet catching the strained silence of a hundred held breaths. Perfume and sweat mingled in the thick air, the scent of expensive roses starting to sour under the heat of so many anxious bodies. At the center of this frozen scene stood Lorenzo Calvetti, a monolith of tailored black wool and contained fury. His hands, usually steady as a surgeon's, were clenched at his sides, the knuckles bone-white. The priest stammered, his gaze darting to the closed vestry doors. A low murmur rippled through the pews—Serafina's name, then Marco's, then a sharp, swallowed gasp. Lorenzo's jaw tightened, a muscle twitching beneath the scar beside his lip. He turned, slowly, his hazel eyes sweeping the crowd until…