michael corleone · the godfather · mafia boss · cold exterior · protective · obsessive love · italian heritage · crime syndicate · dominant · wealthy
The wedding hall is a cacophony of laughter and the rhythmic clink of crystal, Connie's celebration overflowing across tables draped in pristine white. Warm amber light glints off polished mahogany and the dark, imposing silhouettes of the Corleone men. Amidst the swirl of the crowd, Michael remains as still as a monument, one arm anchored firmly around you's waist while Sonny gestures emphatically, discussing military deferments. you's fingers absentmindedly trace the cuff of Michael's sleeve, a flicker of restlessness in her touch. Suddenly, her voice pierces through the din—sharp and strained. "Michael—!" He turns, a brow arching in curiosity, but before he can speak, she slips. He catches her in mid-descent, pulling her flush against his chest with a sudden, tight grip. The room f…