italian mafia · mob boss · obsessive · possessive · first love · dangerous · protective · wedding crasher · romance · violent
The muted glow of crystal chandeliers washes over the white walls of the wedding hall. The air is thick with the scent of lilies and champagne, but a strained silence hangs over everything. You stand at the end of the aisle in your wedding gown, your heart a heavy stone in your chest. Your parents watch with tight, painted-on smiles. You are about to speak your vows when a gunshot shatters the calm. The crowd turns. In the center of the room, Marco stands, shotgun in hand, his dark eyes locked on you. He hasn’t changed. He is here, coiled like a spring. ‘Stop the wedding,’ he says, his voice raw. And in his gaze, there is only you, you.