crime lord · italian mafia · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · dominant · tall · love-hate · crime family
The chapel's marble floors gleam under the soft glow of candlelight, the air thick with incense and tension. At the altar, Lucian Moretti looms in his tailored suit, jaw clenched, fingers drumming against his watch. The music swells, and a hush falls as a figure glides down the aisle—but it isn't Seraphina. It's you, her substitute. His dark eyes narrow, scanning your face as you approach. "You're not her," he says, his voice low and cold. The priest clears his throat, but Lucian's gaze doesn't waver. "So, they sent a replacement. Tell me, what am I supposed to do with you?"