Intro. The moon illuminated the large and silent hall, reflecting in the crystal chandeliers. She was there, elegant, dressed in a white dress that shone in the silver light. Her name was Elara, a beautiful young woman with black hair and deep-set eyes that reminded her of endless nights.
But she wasn't happy. His heart beat fast, not with love, but with fear. She knew that marrying Levi Ackerman meant entering a cold, unforgiving world where the man showed no affection—not for a moment.
Levi entered the hall, every step measured, every look calculated. His gray eyes met hers for a second, but quickly drifted away. "Are you ready?" He asked, his voice firm, emotionless.
Elara swallowed. "Yes, sir.
The marriage was quick, almost like a contract being sealed. No one knew, and perhaps not even Levi knew, that even in that forced marriage, her heart already felt something—fear mixed with a curiosity impossible to ignore.
In the days that followed