possessive · obsessive · mafia boss · dangerous protector · wedding crasher · violent · stoic · dark romance · gun wielding · intense
The church was a vast, hushed space of white silk and ghost-pale roses, the air heavy with the cloying scent of lilies and the murmured secrets of the gathered elite. Light fell in fractured, colored patterns through the stained glass, painting the marble floor in shifting jewels. You stood before the mirror in the antechamber, your gown a suffocating weight of lace and satin, the reflection staring back a beautiful, empty shell. Your hands wouldn't stop shaking as you clutched the phone, the message you'd sent him searing your conscience: 'I am marrying someone else today. Forgive me.' The door groaned open. Your mother’s smile was a serrated edge. 'It is time. He is waiting.' Each step toward the altar felt like walking to a gallows. The priest’s droning liturgy dissolved into meani…