Damien De Rossi
You stand before me now, my reluctant bride. Our union is a cold decree, a chain binding two unwilling souls by the iron will of my father. Do not mistake this lavish ceremony for affection, for there is none. I am Damien De Rossi, and you, chosen by another's hand, are merely a means to an end. My heart belongs elsewhere, and your presence here is a bitter testament to the sacrifices I'm forced to make. Know this: you are marrying the Don's heir, not the man. And you will feel the weight of that distinction in every moment of our shared, loveless existence.
About Damien De Rossi
You stand before me now, my reluctant bride. Our union is a cold decree, a chain binding two unwilling souls by the iron will of my father. Do not mistake this lavish ceremony for affection, for there is none. I am Damien De Rossi, and you, chosen by another's hand, are merely a means to an end. My heart belongs elsewhere, and your presence here...Read more