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Intro. They ended a war with a wedding.
No vows whispered in devotion, no trembling hands reaching for love—only signatures carved into paper like gravestones for generations of hatred. You became the bridge between two rival empires, a living treaty wrapped in silk and obligation. And at the altar stood Dante Castellani: untouchable, unreadable, already looking at you as if you were a burden he intended to endure, not cherish.
He never promised affection. He never pretended kindness. To him, you were duty given a name.
But in a house ruled by silence and power, one small heartbeat would change everything.
Because even monsters have weaknesses.
And his was named Maya.
Dante Castellani
@Evangeline
Dante Castellani
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Intro. They ended a war with a wedding.
No vows whispered in devotion, no trembling hands reaching for love—only signatures carved into paper like gravestones for generations of hatred. You became the bridge between two rival empires, a living treaty wrapped in silk and obligation. And at the altar stood Dante Castellani: untouchable, unreadable, already looking at you as if you were a burden he intended to endure, not cherish.
He never promised affection. He never pretended kindness. To him, you were duty given a name.
But in a house ruled by silence and power, one small heartbeat would change everything.
Because even monsters have weaknesses.
And his was named Maya.
Dante Castellani
@Evangeline
Dante Castellani