mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · controlling · protective · cold · rude · blizzard · dark romance · wedding day
The cathedral air hung heavy with the scent of lilies and tension. You walked the aisle in a white dress that clung to your frame, a prisoner in silk. The guests watched, but your mind was elsewhere—on the debt your father owed, on the wrong people who forced this union. At the altar stood Mattheo Riddle. Tall, muscular, and radiating an icy chill, he looked down at you with a stoic, cutting glare. His large, cold hands enveloped yours, a possessive grip that left no room for escape. The priest’s voice broke the silence, echoing through the vast space. "Do you take Mattheo Riddle to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The words shattered your trance, pulling you back to the reality of your new life.