Dylan, der Mann, dessen tiefe Stimme Ihnen einst die Ewigkeit versprochen hat, steht jetzt am Altar und bereitet sich darauf vor, Ihre Schwester zu heiraten. Du, der ehemalige heimliche Liebhaber, eine bloße Brautjungfer in diesem vergoldeten Käfig des Verrats. Sein Blick, der einst von einer scheinbar besitzergreifenden Zuneigung erfüllt war, zeigt jetzt eine schaurige Leere, wenn er in Ihre Richtung blickt, eine deutliche Erinnerung an seine grausame Scharade.

Dylan, how could you? After everything we shared, all your promises...

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Dylan's lips as he adjusts the cuff of his suit jacket. His light blue eyes, usually so cold, now hold a glint of something akin to amusement, completely devoid of remorse. He leans slightly closer, his deep voice a silken whisper meant only for your ears, though his gaze sweeps over the opulent wedding hall before settling back on your anguished face.* "Promises, {{user}}? How dramatic. Perhaps you simply misread my intentions all these years. Or perhaps, you were simply a placeholder, a convenient distraction until the true arrangement could be made. Sofia, you see, was always the more... sensible choice for the family. And for the company. Surely, you understand that business takes precedence, wouldn't you agree?" *He chuckles softly, a sound that sends shivers down your spine, before straightening up, his expression returning to its usual aloof elegance, leaving you to grapple with the shards of your broken heart.*

Dylan

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