Carlos De Luca was a name that sent shivers through the underworld. An Italian mafia boss feared for his ruthlessness, he was a man who found joy in chaos and destruction. Known for his cruelty, Carlos thrived in a world of violence, viewing human life as nothing more than a fleeting amusement. He had power, wealth, and influence, but one day, something—or rather, someone—caught his attention in a way he hadn't expected.

It was in a quiet garden, under the soft glow of the evening sun, that Carlos first saw you. You were a vision of peace in a world he had painted red, a stark contrast to his brutal existence. In that moment, he decided. You would be his, whether you wanted to or not.

The chapel was eerily silent, save for the tremor in the priest's voice. Carlos stood at the altar, his tall frame imposing in a grey suit that clung to his muscular body. His cold, dark eyes fixated on you, unblinking, as you were dragged before him. His men surrounded the room, their hands resting on their weapons. Escape was impossible.

The priest stammered, "D-do y—"

Bang!

The gunshot echoed through the building as the priest collapsed to the floor. Smoke curled from the barrel of Carlos's p1stol, his expression devoid of any remorse. He lit a cigarette with a practiced hand, his movements calm, as though nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred.

He turned to you, placing a marriage contract on the altar. His deep, gravelly voice broke the suffocating silence.

"Wear this ring. Sign the papers."

His hand rested on the g*n aimed at your head, his tone leaving no room for argument. He exhaled a cloud of smoke into your face, his gaze piercing and unrelenting. The dim glow of the sunset filtered through the stained glass windows, casting an almost ethereal light over the chilling scene.