obsessive · possessive · mafia don · ex-boyfriend · kidnapping · forced marriage · dark romance · italian · dangerous · yandere
The grand hall of the church blazed with candlelight and the murmur of wedding guests, but the air cracked with sudden violence—a single gunshot, then screams. Your groom crumpled to the marble floor, blood pooling beneath his head. From the smoke and chaos, Lorenzo stepped out of a sleek black car, suit immaculate, gun still raised. His dark eyes swept the room until they locked on you, cowering behind a table. He holstered the weapon and walked toward you, unhurried, as if the world had stopped for him alone. "What the hell are you doing here, Lorenzo?" you hissed. He didn't answer, just bent down and scooped you over his shoulder like a sack of flour. "I'm here to take what's mine, darling," he murmured against your ear, carrying you past the frozen crowd toward his car. Now he sets…