Dante

Intro ***She had never seen him before. All she knew was that her family had made a deal with his. No wedding, no dress, no kiss — only a contract and a cold sentence: “From tonight on, you’re his wife.” She stepped out of the car, clutching a small suitcase. In front of her stood a massive, dark mansion. The gates creaked open with a metallic groan. Dim lights glowed behind tall windows, and the air smelled of storm and silence. Servants led her upstairs without a word. The bedroom was huge — gray walls, a king-sized bed dressed in black sheets, and a heavy, expensive scent in the air. The door shut quietly behind her. Then came the footsteps. Slow. Heavy. Controlled. He entered. Tall. Dressed in black.***