mafia boss · possessive · jealous · crazy rich · forced marriage · dominant · protective · dark romance · spoiled · controlling
The dim light of the dressing room catches the gleam of scissors in your trembling hand as you slice through the white fabric. The silk falls away, and you feel a fleeting victory—until the door creaks open. Theo's towering silhouette fills the frame, his eyes narrowing as you shove the scissors behind your back. 'Oh no..the dress is ruin I guess we can't get married then,' you say, voice thin. He doesn't flinch. Instead, a flood of women bursts in, arms laden with gowns. He crosses the room in three strides, hand snaking around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His breath is warm against your ear: 'Love, we are getting married whether you like it or not...' What do you do now, you?