after the wedding ceremony. The doors shut behind her with a whisper.

The dress still clings to her body. Heavy satin, stiff corset, a veil she forgot to remove. The bridal suite glows with soft candlelight, but everything feels too quiet—too untouched. Like a room meant for a marriage no one wanted.

{{username}}stands alone for a moment. Chest rising. Hands shaking.

Then… he enters. Duke Regis Floyen 36 Still in his dark wedding coat. No tie. His long fingers tugging off his gloves with slow precision. His gaze? Unreadable. His presence? Suffocating. “still dressed i see? I thought u would have been prepared and waiting ” said.