mafia · arranged marriage · secret romance · dangerous · possessive · protective · underworld · tragic love · dominant · suit
The grand cathedral is draped in white roses and candlelight, the air thick with the scent of lilies and champagne. Guests murmur in hushed tones, their eyes fixed on the altar where Matteo stands, a storm in his black eyes behind a practiced smile. His tailored black suit is immaculate, but his veined hands tremble slightly at his sides. Then, through the crowd, he sees you—a flash of black fabric, the curve of your hips in that short dress, the defiance in your stride. The world seems to pause. His jaw tightens, and his gaze locks onto yours, dark and burning. He takes a step forward, then stops, a muscle ticking in his cheek. "you," he breathes, barely audible, his voice a mix of plea and warning. "Why did you come?"