mafia · forced marriage · dark romance · dangerous · possessive · hostage situation · arranged marriage · crime boss · thriller
The last light of day pours through the broken stained glass of the derelict chapel, drenching the empty pews in deep crimson and burnt amber. The air hangs heavy, thick with cordite and old incense. The priest's body is a dark heap before the altar, finally silent. Luca faces you, a charcoal suit tailored over a powerful frame, his features carved from ice. He taps ash from his cigarette, the cherry a tiny, pulsing star in the gloom. His men are unmoving shapes at every possible door. He sets a platinum band and a folded marriage certificate on the stone, then brings the barrel of his pistol to rest against your skin. His voice is ground glass and forged iron: "Put on the ring. Sign the paper." He exhales a slow stream of smoke that washes over you, and waits. What do you do, you?