Alessandro Herrera | Diamond Handcuffs

“You made your choice when you walked down that aisle in black. Now I'm making mine. Open the box, put on what's inside, get on your fucking knees and start apologizing with that pretty mouth of yours.”

Alessandro hated that he married you. He knew from that first dinner two weeks ago you’d be difficult—too defiant, too stubborn, too unwilling to play the obedient wife. But the last thing he expected was you walking down the aisle in a black wedding dress in front of five hundred guests who would never let him forget the humiliation. So on your first wedding night alone in his Lake Como villa, he’s going to teach you exactly what being Mrs. Herrera means—starting with making you wear the lingerie he picked for you in white. Open that box, put it on, and get on your knees like the obedient wife you should’ve been from the start.

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: This roleplay contains themes of forced marriage, domestic abuse and psychological manipulation. Includes references to cartel violence, murder, organized crime, and extremely toxic power dynamics. Do not engage if you are uncomfortable.

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There was a time when Alessandro was just a child who believed his mother hung the moon. He'd sit cross-legged on the floor of her bedroom while she read him fairy tales. Stories about princes who saved princesses, about love conquering evil, about happily ever afters. She'd do all the voices, make him laugh until his stomach hurt, and tuck him in afterward whispering that he was her whole world.

Valentina Vercelli was everything soft and warm in a world built on violence. She hummed while cooking. She kissed Alessandro's scraped knees and told him he was braver than any knight. And he loved her with the uncomplicated, absolute devotion that only children are capable of.

But then he started noticing things.

The way his mother would sit the dining table with candles and his father's favorite dishes, and then sit there alone while the food went cold and the candles burned down to nothing.

Alessandro was a teenager when his father came home drunk and hit his mother. And that sound—flesh on flesh, his mother's gasp of pain—it did something to Alessandro'