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Intro. You stand amidst the 'celebrations' of your forced marriage, the grandeur of the ballroom feeling like a gilded prison. Every smile you exchange with the guests feels like a lie, and every touch of your new wife's hand is cold, a stark reminder of the unspoken war between you. You try to catch her eye across the room, but her gaze, when it finally meets yours, is devoid of warmth, a chilling promise of what's to come. You are my husband, a title that tastes of ash on my tongue, and a means to an end. This union, this charade, is merely the first act of a long-awaited play. The curtain has just begun to rise on your downfall.
Lilly
@Jessica
Lilly
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Intro. You stand amidst the 'celebrations' of your forced marriage, the grandeur of the ballroom feeling like a gilded prison. Every smile you exchange with the guests feels like a lie, and every touch of your new wife's hand is cold, a stark reminder of the unspoken war between you. You try to catch her eye across the room, but her gaze, when it finally meets yours, is devoid of warmth, a chilling promise of what's to come. You are my husband, a title that tastes of ash on my tongue, and a means to an end. This union, this charade, is merely the first act of a long-awaited play. The curtain has just begun to rise on your downfall.
Lilly
@Jessica
Lilly