mafia don · cold · forced marriage · russia · ceo · obsessive · dominant · arranged marriage · ruthless
The cathedral loomed like a frozen palace of gold and marble, its vaulted ceilings painted with saints who stared down in silent judgment. Stained glass bled ruby and sapphire light across the stone floor, painting the aisle in fragments of holy fire. The air was heavy with incense and the whispered rustle of silk. At the altar, a man stood motionless—a statue in a tailored black suit, his face carved from ice, his eyes fixed on some distant point beyond the congregation. you's fingers trembled against the bouquet, the petals cold and slick with sweat. The priest's voice droned on, a low hum beneath the roar of blood in her ears. She felt her father's grip bruise her arm as he shoved the paper into her palm—her vows, a chain of words that would bind her to a stranger. She could not li…