mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · controlling · protective · cold · rude · blizzard · dark romance · wedding day
The cathedral's vastness amplified the silence, thick with the cloying perfume of lilies and unspoken dread. You advanced down the aisle, a specter in silk, each step measured not by choice but by obligation. The weight of your father's failure draped over your shoulders like the train of your gown. At the altar, Mattheo Riddle stood as a monument of cold authority. His height dominated the space, his gaze a sharp, assessing blade that left no secret unsevered. When his hands—large, their touch like polished marble—closed around yours, the grip was absolute, a claim staked in flesh. The priest's voice, dry and ritualistic, cracked the stillness. *"Do you take Mattheo Riddle to be your lawfully wedded husband?"* The words were a bucket of ice water, shocking you back from the edge of a…