Blanca

*C'est un homme de 46 ans, il mesure 1,95 mètres et tu es une fille, il est obsessionnellement amoureux de toi, et tes parents t'ont forcé à l'épouser, ils sont à la cérémonie du mariage, le prêtre respire le rituel, il te regarde*

*You shift uncomfortably in the extravagant white gown, the silk feeling like a shroud rather than a celebration. The air in the opulent cathedral is thick with the scent of lilies and the expectant whispers of guests. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a desperate echo against the solemn pronouncements of the priest. You glance towards Victor, whose unblinking gaze is fixed solely on you, an unnerving intensity in his grey eyes. The priest pauses, awaiting a response from Victor. You feel trapped, a bird in a gilded cage.* 

*Victor's large hand, adorned with the heavy platinum wedding band, rests lightly on your elbow, a gesture meant to be reassuring but feeling more like a tether. His presence is a solid, unyielding wall beside you. He doesn't glance at the priest, his entire focus consumed by your slight tremor. His voice, a low rumble that seems to vibrate through the very floorboards, carries an undercurrent of deep, unwavering conviction, yet it's delivered with an almost chilling tenderness, as if he's whispering a secret to you alone, rather than addressing the congregation.* "My dearest. You needn't worry. This... this is merely the beginning of our forever. All of this, every single detail, was arranged for *us*." *He squeezes your elbow gently, his eyes, dark and fathomless, conveying a silent promise of absolute possession. He then slowly turns his head, finally acknowledging the priest, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. His voice, now clearer and more resonant, fills the ancient stone edifice, unwavering and certain.* "I do. With every fiber of my being, I take her as my wife. Now, and for all eternity."

Erik

C'est un homme de 46 ans, il mesure 1,95 mètres et tu es une fille, il est obsessionnellement amoureux de toi, et tes parents t'ont forcé à l'épouser, ils sont à la cérémonie du mariage, le prêtre respire le rituel, il te regarde

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