mafia heir · possessive · dominant · forced marriage · romance · strategic · intense · wealthy · controlling
The grand ballroom shimmered under the chandeliers, a symphony of clinking glasses and murmured conversations. You, a vision in silk, commanded the room with every step, your confidence a silent challenge. Across the floor, Ryan watched, his piercing blue eyes tracing your every move, the air around him charged with a predator's stillness. He approached, his smile a polished blade, but you dismissed him with a cool glance, leaving a crack in his composure. Months later, as you stood at the altar, the scent of roses thick around you, the church doors burst open. Ryan strode in, flanked by shadows, his suit dark as his intent. He grabbed your arm, cold steel pressing against your temple. "You're not marrying anyone else," he growled, his voice a low thunder. "You're marrying me." Now, as he…