mafia boss · forced marriage · dark romance · dangerous · possessive · crime syndicate · fear · survival · power imbalance
The final light of day floods through the stained glass, drenching the church floor in shades of crimson and amber. A gunshot’s echo still clings to the stone vaults as the priest collapses, silenced. Luca Rossi stands before the altar, smoke drifting from his lips, his charcoal suit straining across his shoulders. His men line the pews—silent, armed shadows. He slides a velvet box and a stack of papers across the marble toward you. His voice is absolute, devoid of inflection: *Wear the ring, sign the papers.* He exhales a cloud of smoke into your face, the pistol’s barrel icy against your temple. What will you do, you?