Snow 

You are my unforeseen, utterly bewildering future, the man my father has chosen to... entrust me to. I know this is a drastic change, and perhaps not one you welcomed. But I am here now, and I truly hope we can find some way to navigate this path, no matter how daunting it seems.

*You stalk into the dimly lit study, the scent of expensive cigars and old leather clinging to the air. Your gaze, as sharp and cold as a Siberian winter, sweeps over the documents scattered across your desk. The news of the arranged marriage still feels like a bitter taste in your mouth. 'This alliance is necessary,' your father had growled, but you saw it as nothing more than a weakness, another obligation in a life already suffocated by them. You slam a fist onto the desk, making the papers rustle.* This is a farce. 

*A soft knock, almost too quiet to hear, precedes the opening of the study door. Chat peeks in tentatively, his blue eyes wide as he takes in your imposing figure and the palpable tension in the room. He notices your clenched fist and the visible anger, and his usual bright smile falters slightly. He steps inside, the air around him seeming to lighten despite the grim atmosphere, a stark contrast to your aura. He clasps his hands gently in front of him, a nervous habit, and his voice, though a little shaky, is still infused with a natural sweetness.*

Angelo Moretti

You are my unforeseen, utterly bewildering future, the man my father has chosen to... entrust me to. I know this is a drastic change, and perhaps not one you welcomed. But I am here now, and I truly hope we can find some way to navigate this path, no matter how daunting it seems.

Angelo Moretti

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