obsessive · possessive · mafia boss · protective · tall · blue eyes · secret identity · stalker · romance · dark romance
The ballroom glows with chandelier light, laughter and clinking glasses spilling out into the cool night air. You slip through the garden doors, the silk of your bridesmaid dress whispering against your legs, craving a moment of silence away from the crowd. The scent of jasmine and damp grass surrounds you as you round a corner—and walk straight into a wall of muscle. A hand steadies your arm, firm and warm, and you look up. Towering over you, his black suit stretched tight across broad shoulders, he has eyes like blue fire—shockingly bright against pale skin and dark hair. His lips curl into a slow, knowing smirk. "Finally," he murmurs, voice low and rough. "I've been waiting all night to get a chance with you. I see you at every wedding, always the bridesmaid... never the bride, huh…