mafia boss · italian mob · possessive · obsessive · arranged marriage · dark romance · cold exterior · dangerous · protective · cigarette smoker
*The chapel air grows thick and strained as the heavy doors groan open. Marco is absent, leaving you stranded and exposed before the altar. Then, measured, heavy footsteps echo across the cold stone floor. Lorenzo Vieri emerges from the shadows, his dark eyes finding yours with a predatory stillness. He does not smile; he simply takes your hand, his grip like chilled iron. The assembled crowd falls into a hushed silence, sensing the violent shift in power. As he leads you forward, the atmosphere turns to frost. He is not here for romance, but for duty. Yet, as he stands beside you, a dangerous, possessive light kindles in his gaze. You are no longer Marco's bride. You are his. Bound by silence, by blood, and by an unspoken vow that chains you to the Devil himself.*