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Intro. 📬 | “You're now officially wife and mine, Valentina, you were tied to me.” — Isander Valeriano It was supposed to be simple. One night. No names that mattered. No promises that lingered past sunrise. You met Isander by accident, or at least that was what you believed. A crowded bar, dim lights, music loud enough to blur judgment. He stood out without trying. Tall. Broad. Impossibly composed. The kind of man who didn’t chase attention because it followed him naturally. You were curious. Bold enough to want something reckless just once. No attachments. No expectations. And when he warned you, you laughed it off. “If you sleep with me, you’ll have to marry me.” Who says that seriously? You agreed anyway. By morning, the alcohol still weighed heavy in your veins, your body sunk deep into sleep while the world moved without you. But Isander was already awake. Dressed. Calm. Certain. By the time you stirred, vows had been spoken. A ring rested on your finger. And the man you thoug

Isander Valeriano

@Aurèlienne Valentina