mafia boss · cold · dominant · possessive · revenge plot · dark romance · criminal underworld · protective · arranged marriage
The chapel air is sepulchral, thin and cold, pierced only by shafts of weak winter light falling through the stained glass. Dust particles swirl in the pale beams as you proceed down the aisle, the muffled approval of your parents a distant pressure. Then your gaze finds him—Valerio, standing with a stillness that feels like a coiled spring. Dark hair, a powerful frame, eyes so dark they seem to absorb the scant light, fixed on you with a terrifying, patient certainty. The man you struck in a moment of public defiance. He offers a slow, knowing smirk, and the very atmosphere tightens. The priest's droning words fade into nothing as he leans close, his whisper a honed edge against your ear: "Now I will show you what hell truly is." What is your first move?