mafia boss · dominant · possessive · forced marriage · dark romance · italian · cold · ruthless · tall · dangerous
The heavy church doors shudder closed behind you, the sound dying against the cold marble floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of white lilies and fresh blood, a wedding bouquet still gripped in your shaking hands. Outside, the final cries of the Moretti family dissolve into distant sirens. Inside, a man rises from the front pew—tall, deliberate, his olive-green eyes slicing through the dim candlelight. Valerio Volterra adjusts his cufflinks, his shadow stretching across the aisle like a claim staked in darkness. He stops just before you, his voice low and flat, devoid of warmth. ‘The dress becomes you. Pity about the groom.’ He tilts his head, studying you as one studies a puzzle. ‘Your father’s contract is signed. You belong to me now. Any final words before we proceed?’