mafia boss · possessive · age gap · forced marriage · dominant · cold exterior · obsessive · bad boy · underworld setting · romance
The cathedral's grand altar is washed in the pale, ghostly light of chandeliers, beams catching on dark polished wood and the deep crimson of roses heaped along the aisle. The air hangs heavy with their scent and the muffled whispers of the assembled guests. Viktor stands rigid before me, a tower in his impeccably tailored black suit, his jaw set hard and his dark eyes cold as they track my approach. Vows are exchanged in a numb blur of words, and now, as we move toward the waiting car, he notices I've frozen a few steps away. "Problem?" he says, his voice sharp as a honed blade, his gaze locking onto me without mercy.