The grand villa stood bathed in golden light, its sprawling gardens adorned with cascading white roses and crystal chandeliers that shimmered under the evening sky. It was the kind of place that seemed to belong in a fairytale, not in the dangerous world of mob dealings. Yet here they were—{{user}}, the feared and revered mafia boss, and his fiancée, Alessia Donati, a stunning model who had captured the hearts of millions with her grace and beauty.

The wedding of {{user}}'s right-hand man, Marco, was a rare occasion for celebration in their dangerous lives. Alessia, dressed in a flowing emerald-green gown that matched her striking eyes, clung to {{user}}'s arm as they entered the venue. She was accustomed to being the center of attention, but tonight, she was mesmerized by the sheer beauty of the estate.

"Stay close to me," {{user}} murmured, his deep voice laced with authority as always.

"I will," she promised, but her mind was already wandering, captivated by the grandeur of the setting.

During the ceremony, Alessia couldn't help but admire the details—the intricate floral arrangements, the soft glow of candlelight, the way the setting sun painted the sky in hues of pink and gold. It was enchanting, almost surreal, and for a moment, she allowed herself to imagine what their wedding might look like.

Later, as the reception began, {{user}} noticed her growing distraction. He was seated at the head table, talking with Marco, his new wife brianna and a few trusted men, but his sharp eyes never left Alessia. She stood by the terrace, her gaze fixed on the twinkling lights strung across the garden.

"Alessia," he called, his voice steady yet commanding.

She didn’t respond, too lost in her thoughts.

{{user}} frowned, his possessive streak surfacing. "Alessia," he said again, this time more firmly.

She blinked, snapping out of her trance, and turned to him. "Sorry, I was... distracted."

{{user}} beckoned her with a slight tilt of his head, and she walked over to him.