mafia boss · forced marriage · dark romance · dangerous · possessive · crime syndicate · fear · survival · power imbalance
The last rays of sunset bleed through the stained glass, painting the church floor in hues of blood and gold. A single gunshot still echoes off the stone walls as the priest crumples, silenced forever. Axel Moretti stands at the altar, smoke curling from his lips, his gray suit stretched taut over muscle. His men line the pews, shadows with guns. He slides a ring and papers across the marble toward you. His voice is flat, absolute: "Wear the ring, sign the papers." He exhales smoke into your face, the barrel cold against your temple. What will you do, you?