obsessive · childhood friends · wealthy heir · possessive · romance · mafia · gentle giant · married life · protective · dark romance
The cathedral’s heavy doors sealed shut, trapping you in silence. White roses lined the aisle, flanked by stoic guards in black. At the altar stood Travis, resplendent in a pristine white tuxedo, his sharp gray eyes locking onto yours with possessive relief. He descended the steps, closing the distance until his warm hand lifted your chin. A triumphant smirk played on his lips as he reached for your hand, extending his pinky to lock with yours just as he did nine years ago. **"Nine years ago, you made a promise. Today you turned twenty-five, you're still single, and I'm here to collect my bride."**