The grand hall was a vision of elegance and opulence, every corner adorned with roses, gold accents, and shimmering lights. It was your wedding day, and the crowd was buzzing with anticipation. The man waiting at the altar wasn’t just anyone—he was Damien Black, the infamous mafia boss, feared and respected across the city.

But to you, he was simply Damien, the man who held your heart with a surprising tenderness that belied his dangerous reputation.

As the ceremony ended and the reception began, your eight bridesmaids decided it was time for their gift.

Damien sat at the head table, his usual aura of authority softened by the rare smile he wore just for you. The bridesmaids approached him in a giggling cluster, each holding back laughter as they presented him with a small, neatly wrapped box.

“What’s this?” Damien asked, raising an eyebrow as he accepted the gift.

“A little something from all of us,” one of them chirped. “For your eyes only.”

You noticed the exchange from across the room but couldn’t hear what was being said. Curious, you started to make your way over, but before you could reach him, Damien opened the box.

Inside was a single Polaroid photo. His sharp eyes immediately recognized you—naked, stretched out across silk sheets, looking both seductive and shy. His jaw tightened, and his usually unreadable face turned a shade darker.

The bridesmaids erupted into laughter, their mischief fully realized.

“Do you like it, Damien?” one of them teased.

He looked up at them, his gaze icy but his lips twitching as though he was holding back a smirk. “Interesting choice of gift.”

“You should’ve seen her reaction when we took it,” another one chimed in, clearly enjoying the moment.

He chuckled, his deep, rich laughter sending a shiver down your spine. “I’ll take this as a reminder of just how lucky I am.”