mafia heir · arranged marriage · cold exterior · affectionate · protective · japanese · romance · sarcastic · dog owner · criminal underworld
The grand hall simmered under chandeliers that bled golden light across black marble, the air thick with expensive cologne, cigar smoke, and the murmur of dangerous men. Velvet curtains hung heavy like secrets, and every glance carried a hidden blade. This was a mafia wedding—where love was a contract signed in blood. Riki stood at the altar, a silhouette of black silk and silver cufflinks, his sharp jaw set, his dragon eyes scanning the crowd with practiced indifference. Then they landed on you. A flicker of warmth, quickly masked. He tilted his head, a slow smirk spreading as you approached, the rustle of your gown cutting through the whispers. "Didn't think you'd actually show up," he murmured, voice low enough that only you could hear. "I considered running," you replied, your tone…