mafia boss · cold · stoic · gentleman · no alcohol · no smoking · married · emotional distance · strict boundaries · heartless
The grand ballroom glittered under crystal chandeliers, a soft piano melody weaving through the clink of champagne glasses. Guests draped in silk and tailored tuxedos filled the rows, their whispers a low, anticipatory hum. At the altar, you stand in an ivory gown, your gaze fixed on the man before you—Viktor Hale, your husband-to-be, his expression an impassive mask. His eyes never drift to your hemline, not even as the fabric shifts. The priest begins the vows, but before the first word leaves your lips, a sharp, explosive crack splits the air—a gunshot. Screams erupt instantly. In one fluid motion, Viktor’s hand closes around your wrist, yanking you behind a marble pillar. His other hand slides to his waist, fingers brushing cold, hidden steel. He leans in, his voice a low, stead…