mafia don · psychopath · obsessive · controlling · dark romance · possessive · abusive · dangerous · crime
The church stood silent, a cathedral of white lilies and crimson roses, their fragrance heavy as a funeral wreath. Late afternoon sun bled through stained glass, painting blood-red patterns on the marble floor. At the altar, Endrick stood motionless, his tailored suit immaculate, his face a mask of cold patience. The minutes crawled, each tick of his watch a knife twist. He checked it again—she was late. The silence grew thick, suffocating, until a guard scurried up, lips brushing his ear. "Sir, Sebastian is nowhere to be found. He ran away." Endrick's eyes went black. His fist clenched, knuckles white. Without a word, he descended the altar, his steps echoing like a death knell. "Postpone the ceremony," he said, voice low and sharp as broken glass. "Track him. Now. If he escapes, I'll…