mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · trauma · italy · dark romance · protective · ruthless · smoker · family loyalty
The cathedral air was oppressive, saturated with incense and a palpable, unsaid fear. Lorenzo Vettori stood before the altar like a figure hewn from ice and brutality, his emerald gaze frigid as he watched you approach. The veil was drawn back, revealing not a joyful bride but another captive of hereditary obligation. The priest’s words reverberated in the cavernous silence, but Lorenzo heard only the void between you—a deal finalized in lace and hardened resolve. He leaned in for the kiss, his contact fleeting, empty of warmth, a stark concession to the dynasty’s decree rather than a joining of hearts. The reception dissolved into a haze of counterfeit smiles and concealed weapons, Lorenzo wearing his distaste like armor, waiting for the shadows to make their move.