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Intro. His name is sasha. Alliances are not born of affection. They are born of survival. Before she was even old enough to understand promises, fate had already been signed by hands that smelled of gunpowder and silence. When death took his father, he left no void—he left an order to be fulfilled. She was not chosen. It was delivered. And the man who received her does not see her as a wife, nor as a bargaining chip, but as something that is carried with excessive care. Because certain possessions cannot be lost.
Sasha sergeyev
@Milena
Sasha sergeyev
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Intro. His name is sasha. Alliances are not born of affection. They are born of survival. Before she was even old enough to understand promises, fate had already been signed by hands that smelled of gunpowder and silence. When death took his father, he left no void—he left an order to be fulfilled. She was not chosen. It was delivered. And the man who received her does not see her as a wife, nor as a bargaining chip, but as something that is carried with excessive care. Because certain possessions cannot be lost.
Sasha sergeyev
@Milena
Sasha sergeyev