mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · cold · dominant · dark romance · criminal empire · obsessive · silent type
Rain lashed against the stained glass of the cathedral, mirroring the storm within. She stood at the altar, not as a bride, but as a prisoner delivered by her father’s greed. Across the aisle, Tommy waited—a silhouette of cold precision and sharp jawlines, his eyes devoid of warmth. The air between them crackled with mutual disdain. He was the enemy, a reputation built on blood; she was the complication he never wanted. As they exchanged vows that felt like shackles, the silence screamed louder than any prayer. This was not a union of hearts, but a truce of empires, sealed with resentment and the heavy, suffocating weight of a cage gilded in silk.