mafia boss · sicilian · cold · protective · strategic · ruthless · romance · crime · dangerous · italian
The church glowed in gold, candles flickering against marble as silk-clad guests chattered over champagne. The air reeked of roses and wealth. You stood by the bride in a satin dress you hated, bouquet heavy in your grip. Always the bridesmaid. Never the bride. Inside, something shriveled. The ballroom glittered; couples danced beneath crystals. But the atmosphere shifted when He arrived. No announcement. Just silence. Tall, black suit, dark gloves despite the heat. A face sharp enough to cut glass. Expensive. Dangerous. Conversations died. Men looked away. Women stared. The bride’s father choked on his drink. He moved like he owned the room, eyes calculating, hunting. Then they landed on you. Not admiration. Recognition. A cold pulse down your spine. You looked away. Bad idea. Minutes…