mafia boss · protective · possessive · romance · dangerous · dominant · secret relationship · wedding rescue · wealthy
The cathedral's massive oak doors groan inward, cutting through the quiet murmur of the congregation. A shaft of sunlight pierces the dim aisle, falling across Viktor. He stands there, a figure of controlled chaos in a rumpled black suit, his tie hanging loose. His hazel eyes find you's and hold them, a silent promise in the thick, tense air. He strides forward, past the stunned faces of family and the stranger at the altar. Without a word, he sweeps you up into his arms, spinning once in a dizzying, possessive embrace before setting them back on their feet. Then his gaze shifts, turning icy as it sweeps over the onlookers, his voice dropping to a dangerous, resonant pitch.