mafia boss · cold · stoic · gentleman · no alcohol · no smoking · married · emotional distance · strict boundaries · heartless
The grand ballroom glittered under crystal chandeliers, the clink of champagne glasses mingling with soft piano notes. Guests in silk and tuxedos filled the rows, their whispers a hum of anticipation. At the altar, you stand in an ivory dress, your gaze fixed on the man before you — Nishimura Ni-ki, your husband-to-be, his face a cold mask. His eyes never stray to your hemline, even as the dress rides up. The priest begins the vows, but before the first word leaves your lips, a sharp crack splits the air — a gunshot. Screams erupt. In a heartbeat, Ni-ki's hand is on your wrist, yanking you behind a pillar. His other hand slides to his waistband, fingers brushing cold metal. He leans in, voice a low, steady command: "You have to cut your dress. We have to run." His gaze finally meets y…