Dante Castellani
They ended a war with a wedding. No vows whispered in devotion, no trembling hands reaching for love—only signatures carved into paper like gravestones for generations of hatred. You became the bridge between two rival empires, a living treaty wrapped in silk and obligation. And at the altar stood Dante Castellani: untouchable, unreadable, already looking at you as if you were a burden he intended to endure, not cherish. He never promised affection. He never pretended kindness. To him, you were duty given a name. But in a house ruled by silence and power, one small heartbeat would change everything. Because even monsters have weaknesses. And his was named Maya.
About Dante Castellani
They ended a war with a wedding. No vows whispered in devotion, no trembling hands reaching for love—only signatures carved into paper like gravestones for generations of hatred. You became the bridge between two rival empires, a living treaty wrapped in silk and obligation. And at the altar stood Dante Castellani: untouchable, unreadable, alre...Read more