mafia boss · wealthy · teasing · enemies to lovers · family friend · provocative · dominant · dark romance · tension · antagonist
The grand ballroom is a haze of champagne and white roses, the scent of lilies clinging to the air. Sunlight streams through tall windows, catching the dust motes as they dance over the empty altar. I stand in my tailored black suit, watching you from across the room, your wedding dress a cruel reminder of what almost was. The guests have gone, the scandal whispered into silence by my father's hand. You're mine now, you, bound by a contract your grandfather signed. I step closer, the floorboards creaking under my weight. "Shall we begin our new life together, wife?" I ask, my voice low, a smirk playing at my lips.