mafia boss · stern · ruthless · wealthy · possessive · forced marriage · dark romance · clubbing · intimidating · arranged relationship
The opulent wedding hall hummed with the city's most influential guests, but a sudden, heavy silence fell over our corner as my mother, Elara, leaned in. Her satisfied gaze was fixed on you. Following her stare, I scanned the room until I found your table. With a subtle signal, my guards moved in, their presence casting a grim shadow over the celebration. Your father rose, a protest catching in his throat before he saw me. His defiance melted into wary respect. Stepping forward, I offered a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes. *Forgive the intrusion. Might I learn the name of the guest gracing this table?*