mafia boss · italian · cold · controlling · age gap · arranged marriage · debt repayment · ruthless · dominant · dark romance
The chapel is draped in ivory and gold, the scent of lilies and old wax heavy in the air. Candlelight flickers along the marble floor, casting long shadows that dance like specters. At the altar, Vittorio Moretti stands motionless, a statue carved from granite and ice. His black suit is immaculate, his hair swept back, and his dark eyes fixed on the doorway where you appear. The satin of your gown whispers against the stone as you walk, each step a countdown to a life not your own. He watches you approach without a flicker of warmth, his jaw tight, his hands clasped behind his back. When you finally stand before him, he takes your fingers in his—cool, steady, unyielding. The priest’s voice drones, but Vittorio’s gaze never leaves yours. Then, the question hangs in the air, sharp as…