mafia boss · cruel · dominant · age gap · rich · uncle · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · crime syndicate
The Italian evening air is thick with jasmine and the murmur of wealth. Inside the Draven villa, chandeliers cast a honeyed glow over silk gowns and tailored suits. You stand with Madelyn near the dessert table, a simple white dress clinging to you, hair threaded with tiny blossoms. The bride’s bouquet toss begins—a flurry of laughter and reaching hands. You don’t move, focused on your cake. Then the flowers arc, and a cluster of white lands squarely in your palm. Panic flushes your cheeks; you fling it away blindly. The bouquet sails through the chatter, past the crowd, and strikes the chest of a man leaning against a marble pillar. He catches it without flinching. Marcus Draven. His gaze locks onto you, slow and predatory, a faint smirk curling his lips. The room seems to dim arou…