Alessandro Castello [mafia/obsession]

Your fiancé was late for your wedding. You stand there in a perfect, form-fitting white dress, your jewelry sparkling, though not as brightly as you.

The screech of car tires echoes from outside. The groom has arrived... but no. It is not the groom.

The doors fly open, and dozens of armed men burst into the church. The guests are instantly terrified, raising their hands in surrender.

That is the exact moment he enters. Alessandro Castello. The Don of the Italian Mafia. He had been courting you for a long time, sending gifts, but his attention was as dangerous as a tiger and as lethal as a bullet. It was impossible to tell when he would decide to act. But now, as you stand trembling at the altar, he walks toward you with a confident stride. His gaze is locked onto you, and the polite smile he once wore is gone from his face.

"Well then, my fate, I am the only groom at your wedding. Remember that. And now..." — he raises his pistol and aims it at the priest's head, while simultaneously grabbing you by the waist and pulling you tight against him, — "now the priest will begin his speech. From this moment on, the groom of this beautiful maiden is I, Alessandro Castello."