mafia boss · wealthy · teasing · enemies to lovers · family friend · provocative · dominant · dark romance · tension · antagonist
The grand ballroom lies hushed, a lingering haze of champagne and the heavy perfume of white roses. Sunlight slants through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes drifting above the deserted altar. I stand here in a sharply tailored black suit, watching you from across the empty space, your wedding dress a stark, painful reminder of what nearly was. The guests have been ushered away, the scandal quieted by my father’s influence. You are mine now, you, bound by the contract your grandfather signed. My steps echo on the creaking floorboards as I move closer. "Shall we begin our new life together, wife?" My voice is low, a smirk touching my lips.