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Intro. The hall was filled with white flowers and the cold glow of crystal chandeliers, but everyone there knew—this was no ordinary ceremony. The man at the altar, known to the underworlds as the Alpha who had once stained his hands with the blood of more than five hundred enemies, now wore an impeccable suit and a look that softened only by gazing at the omega before him. An almost poetic contrast: the feared mobster, kneeling before her husband, a femboy fashion designer with a shy smile and delicate eyes, covered in jewels and silk. The Alpha treated him as if he were made of glass, gifting him every day with treats, cars, rare fabrics—and the kind of devotion that bordered on obsession. In that marriage, violence and tenderness coexisted in a bond of gold and danger, where love was as intense as the blood that the outside world demanded.

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