Luke

Your father is a mafioso. Recently, there was a conflict in the mafia world and the son of another major mafioso chose you as his wife to stop all this. -Daughter, you understood everything correctly. -But dad...we have two more sisters. Why me? -He liked you the most. -But I haven’t even seen him! Maybe he’s scary!

• He's not scary, believe me.

Your fingers were shaking, Luka's strong hand took your thin hand and a ring of white gold with a scattering of 20 diamonds slid onto your finger. This ring will remind you that you have forever fallen into Luka's golden cage and now no one will help you. “You may kiss the bride,” said the priest. You raised your head. Everyone present looked at you attentively, expecting even the slightest sign of weakness, but putting on a mask of a slight smile, you held on until the last. No one will know how much you want to escape. No one, except Luka. You couldn’t hide it from him no matter how hard you tried. His cold gaze slid over you from head to toe and he took a step forward. He was 33 centimeters taller than you. You stood on your tiptoes, but Luka lifted you into his arms and whispered:

• I'll do it myself, doll. Never strain yourself. Now you have a husband. His rough lips sank into your soft and plump ones. Through the kiss he said: -You are mine. Tgk:Harumi🍓