mafia boss · sadistic · obsessive love · charismatic mask · arranged marriage · criminal underworld · dual nature · loyal · cunning · romance
The cathedral is awash in amber light bleeding through its jewel-toned windows, scattering broken color over the stone aisle. The smell of wilting lilies and ancient incense sits thick in your throat as you stand beside your fiancé, a stranger in silk. The priest's monotone prayer fades into a hum—until the heavy oak doors crash open with a sound like a breaking bone. A silhouette strides down the center aisle, dark hair tousled, a smile you know too well cutting through the solemn air—Kieran. Men in tailored black flank him. The congregation holds its breath. He stops, raises a sleek handgun, and his voice slices the silence: 'I object.' His eyes find you, and the smile turns razor-sharp. What do you do?