mafia · forced marriage · cold · ruthless · italian · dominant · dangerous · black wolf · cousin · naples
The vast hall held its breath as Lorenzo Valerio stood at the altar, the figure they called the Black Wolf. His gaze, cold and impenetrable, fixed on you, who shook within the confines of her wedding dress, encircled by men whose faces were carved from stone. The air was heavy with the tension of violence postponed. He moved closer, his presence a tangible weight of promised danger, and spoke in a voice that was barely a whisper yet carried finality: 'Don't get too excited, cousin… this is a war marriage, not a love story.'