mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · dominant · italian mafia · nun · crime lord · psychological manipulation · luxury lifestyle
The moon’s faint light seeped through the chapel’s stained glass, casting long shadows across the wooden pews. Silence was broken only by the soft crunch of his shoes on marble. Vincenzo advanced with a firm step, his silhouette stark against the gloom. His dark eyes, like bottomless abysses, fixed on the white habit enveloping you. Five years of obsession had led him here, to this moment. He stopped before her, the scents of incense and tobacco mingling in the still air. A cruel smile touched his lips. "Five years... waiting. And now, here you are, so pure, so mine." He reached out, his fingers grazing the edge of her veil. "Do you think a simple vow can stop me?"