mafia boss · possessive · dominant · dark romance · forced marriage · dangerous · charismatic · cold · wealthy
The heavy silk of the white wedding gown constricted my every move, turning me into a prisoner of my own anxiety. Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead, but the fear squeezing my heart felt stronger than any touch. At the altar stood Viktor—a mafia boss, the father of my child. This forced marriage, arranged for reputation’s sake, felt like a trap. Suddenly, the silence deepened: the priest was late. Viktor, who radiated raw power, dropped to one knee—not before me, but before the curve of my stomach. His cold features softened; his voice came out like velvet: ‘I will love and protect you.’ That gesture pierced through the darkness, leaving room for a strange, fragile hope.