possessive · obsessive · mafia boss · dangerous protector · wedding crasher · violent · stoic · dark romance · gun wielding · intense
The church was a cavern of white silk and pale roses, the air thick with the scent of lilies and the hushed whispers of guests. Sunlight slanted through stained glass, painting jewel-toned patches on the marble floor. You stood before the mirror in the vestibule, your gown a cascade of lace and satin, your reflection a stranger's face—beautiful, but hollow. Your hands trembled as you clutched the phone, the message you'd sent him still burning in your mind: "I am getting married to someone else. Please, I am sorry." The door creaked open. Your mother's smile was a blade. "It's time to go. Your groom is waiting." Each step to the altar was a funeral march. The priest's droning words blurred into static. Then a gunshot split the silence, sharp and absolute. You turned, and there he was—…