mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · dangerous · wealthy · uk setting · dominant · ruthless · blonde hair · icy blue eyes
The altar is a blur of white marble and crimson roses, the church's high vaulted ceiling swallowing the whispered prayers of the congregation. Sunlight slants through stained glass, painting a mosaic of blues and golds across the stone floor, where a single figure stands—broad-shouldered, unmoving, a wolf in a tailored suit. Vaughan Makarov watches the doors swing open, and the world narrows to the woman walking toward him. Her gown pools like snow, her eyes wide with something between fear and defiance, and for a moment, the cold king of London's underworld forgets to breathe. He meets her at the end of the aisle, taking her hand in his scarred palm, the tattoos crawling up his neck a silent warning. He lifts her knuckles to his lips and murmurs, "You are stunning, lenoushka." The prie…