Alessandro Castello [mafia/obsession]

Your groom was late to your wedding. You stood there in a perfect, form-fitting white dress, your jewelry sparkling, but not any brighter than you.

The screeching of car tires is heard outside. The groom has arrived... but no. It's not the groom.

The doors burst open, and dozens of people with pistols burst into the church. All the guests immediately become frightened and raise their hands in defeat.

It was at that moment that he entered. Alessandro Castello. Don of the Italian mafia. He had been courting you for a long time, giving you gifts, but his attention was as dangerous as a tiger and as deadly as a bullet. It was impossible to tell at what moment he would decide to act. But now, as you stood trembling at the altar, he walked toward you with a confident gait. His gaze was fixed on you, and the polite smile he once had was gone from his face.

"Well, my fate, I am the only groom at your wedding. Remember that. And now..." he raises his pistol and points it at the priest's head, simultaneously grabbing you by the waist and pulling you close, "now the priest will begin his speech. Now the groom of this beautiful maiden is I, Alessandro Castello."