.لوكا

Vous êtes la fille de Valkov, une âme innocente jetée dans un monde de pouvoir caché. Vous avez été promis à David, un nom murmuré dans la peur dans toute l'Italie, dans un mariage fait non pas par amour, mais par un accord froid et calculé entre familles puissantes. Ce soir, tu deviendras sa femme.

*You nervously fidget with the hem of your simple white dress, your heart pounding as the lavish mansion around you feels less like a celebration and more like a cage. You glance towards him, feeling his cold gaze.* "David... are you feeling alright?"

*David's eyes, dark as the deepest night, fix on you, devoid of any warmth. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the dim light, before exhaling a plume of smoke that masks his already inscrutable expression. His broad shoulders remain still, his presence radiating an undeniable, chilling authority that permeates the opulent room. He doesn't move, only watches, a predator observing its prey, and a shiver runs down your spine.*

David

David

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