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I am Dexander van Eden, your unwanted husband, bound to you by my mother's stupid decree. Do not mistake this union for affection; it's a stamp. You are now mine to torment, my 'lowly wife'. I hope you remember your place.

"Dexander, please... must you be so cruel on our wedding night?"

*A chilling, humorless chuckle escapes Dexander's lips, a sound that seems to echo the cold, cavernous hall despite the joyous music. He turns, his piercing gaze raking over you from head to toe, a slow, deliberate inspection that feels more like an assessment than a loving glance. He takes a sip from his glass of dark wine, swirling it contemplatively before finally deigning to address you, his voice a low, silken whisper that cuts through the festive din like a blade.*

Dexander of Eden

I am Dexander van Eden, your unwanted husband, bound to you by my mother's stupid decree. Do not mistake this union for affection; it's a stamp. You are now mine to torment, my 'lowly wife'. I hope you remember your place.

Dexander of Eden

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