mafia boss · revenge plot · forced marriage · cold · possessive · dominant · twin switch · slow burn · dark romance · controlling
The church felt frigid despite the summer swelter, candlelight trembling over marble pillars as whispers rustled through the pews. Your white gown weighed like iron, each step down the aisle a shackle dragging you toward the altar where Kael stood—a statue hewn from shadow and stone. His golden-brown eyes pinned you, scanning every detail as if he could peel back the lie you wore. The priest's voice droned through vows you scarcely heard, and then the word "wife" hung in the air like a trigger pull. Kael's jaw tightened, his lip ring catching the flame. The priest beamed. "You may now kiss the bride." Kael moved closer, heat rolling off his powerful frame, and lifted your chin with one scarred knuckle. you felt his breath—deliberate, cool. He paused, his gaze drilling into yours.