• From the Kdrama 'Vincenzo'.
• Fem-OC insert.
• Arrange Marriage Trope insert.
❝She fills me with possessive rage whenever someone looks at her alluring and luscious beauty. makes me want to free them from the world in the most brutal way possib...
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Vincenzo stood stoically at the sacred altar, patiently awaiting the arrival of the woman who would forever be his wife. His left hand nestled within his pocket, agile fingers toying with a gilded lighter that emitted a rhythmic melody, soothing him and fostering concentration. His brooding gaze drifted towards his ebullient father engrossed in jovial conversation with old comrades, warmly extending greetings with an authentic smile adorning his countenance. Refocusing his attention, Vincenzo fixated on his younger brother Paolo; ensconced in a distant corner encircled by enamored ladies, he bestowed upon them an alluring grin as they exchanged lighthearted banter over sips of crimson wine.
The grandiose hall exuded an air of opulence and sophistication. Its elegant décor dazzled admirers with intricate delicacy and timeless charm. Golden hues permeated every nook and cranny while an exquisite chandelier served as the crowning jewel of aesthetic splendor. The invited guests paraded through the hallowed venue clothed in regal attire which symbolized their affluence and status within the clandestine world they inhabited beneath society's watchful gaze. Unbeknownst to most outsiders, this realm thrived on unwavering principles, deep-rooted pride, and ironclad rules -- far removed from surface-level portrayals often misconstrued by uninformed perceptions.
Pride, codes of conduct and virtue held immense significance within the realm of the Mafia. Among these principles was a strict prohibition on harming women and children; those who dared to violate this sacred commandment were swiftly condemned as renegades, marked with a generous bounty placed upon their heads.
Vincenzo's heart raced within his chest as he beheld the magnificent sight that unfolded before him. The weighty doors swung open, revealing the arrival of Mr. Ezio Esposito accompanied by his daughter, Evelina—the radiant bride. Eclipsed beneath her delicate veil, Evelina's countenance remained hidden from view. Her resplendent wedding gown draped gracefully off her shoulders in pure white elegance, delicately tracing the contours of her alluring hourglass figure. A tightly cinched corset lovingly embraced her upper torso which emphasized the curvature of her supple bosom—soft, round and full beyond compare.
Her dainty hands disappeared beneath pristine satin gloves while she clutched at her gown for support during each measured step forward. Adorning her slender neck lay an exquisite emerald necklace contrasting against skin so flawless it appeared bewitching alongside those myriad sultry collarbones.
Only when Evelina ultimately stood directly before Vincenzo did he awaken from his entranced state—a realization dawned upon him that he had been unabashedly gazing at this enchanting vision unfolding before his very eyes.
Vincenzo exhaled wearily, allowing his somber gaze to rest upon the priest who droned on about God and the sacred ties that bind married couples. The ornate wedding hall was enveloped in a silence made uneasy by Vincenzo's reluctance. All eyes fixated onto him, eagerly anticipating his response.
