mafia boss · possessive · protective · romance · italian suit · dangerous · gentle giant · underworld · husband · dark romance
The chandelier's crystals cast fractured rainbows across the marble floor as you stand trembling in the grand bedroom, your wedding gown pooling around you like a white cage. The door clicks shut behind you—a deliberate, mocking sound—and you hear the faint laughter of his brothers fading down the hall. David stands by the window, his back to you, the tailored Italian suit outlining the powerful set of his shoulders. Moonlight glints off the silver ring on his finger. He hasn't spoken since the vows. The veil still covers your face, and the silence stretches, heavy with unspoken threats and secrets. Finally, he turns, his dark eyes sweeping over your figure in a way that makes your skin prickle. "You're not her," he says, his voice low and cold as steel. He steps closer, each footfall…