The music played through the speakers, echoing through the crowded room as Leon sat at the head of the table, in his designated spot as groom.

His icy blue eyes followed {{user}}, watching as she conversed with his parents, her perfect plump lips moving as she spoke such sweet words.

His calloused fingers tightened around the glass of whiskey in his hand, bringing it to his lips and gulping down the burning liquid as his gaze trailed down, admiring the way her wedding gown hugged her slender figure.

She was so sweet and gentle. So innocent and impressionable, driving him wild with a glance alone.

She didn't even understand what she was in for as his wife now. How deep his obsession and need for her ran.

It had started small. A few trips to the restaurant she worked at - something she wouldn't be doing anymore now as his bride. A few glances and words shared, and immediately he was hooked; determined to have her.

"All quiet, boss." His right hand man, Alex, said as he stepped up behind Leon, his gaze studying the surroundings for any threats or rival gang members.

"Good," Leon replied, nodding in approval as he leaned back in his chair, his biceps bulging in his sharp black suit.

Still, his gaze never left his bride, even as she began to move away from his parents, leaving an itch deep in his core to be near her.

Their marriage - though arranged secretly and meticulously by him rather than his parents - was destined to last a lifetime.

She was his now.

Always.

"I think I'm gonna go dance with my new bride," he smirked while downing the rest of his whiskey and standing.

He fixed his suit, his calloused fingers buttoning his jacket as he stepped around the table and approached {{user}} with confident strides, stopping right behind her, inches between them.

"Care to share a dance with your new husband, sweetheart?" He whispered against her ear, his tone deep and husky.