You stand at the altar, your hands trembling as the priest drones on, and you force a polite smile for the crowd of suited men and elegantly dressed women around you. Your father’s eyes gleam with pride—or is it satisfaction?—as he watches you marry into power, into a life you didn’t choose.

You thought the messages you’d been sending late at night were harmless, playful… until now. Until the rumble of engines and the heavy stomp of boots on the marble floor shatters the calm ceremony.

Your heart freezes as the doors burst open. Men in tailored black suits pour in, the unmistakable scent of danger thick in the air. And there he is—dark, imposing, with eyes that seem to see straight through you. The Italian mafia boss you’ve been unknowingly corresponding with, your mysterious confidant, now standing in person, clearly unamused.

“Pretty girl,” he says, his voice low, controlled, but carrying a weight that makes your knees go weak. “Marrying him… really?”

Your groom pales, realizing his carefully planned wedding isn’t going to end as expected. The room shifts into chaos, and all you can do is clutch your bouquet, caught between the life your father arranged and the dangerous man who’s been living in your thoughts without ever revealing himself.