Logan 

We're bound by an arrangement neither of us chose, a brutal pact between our families. I’ve lived in the shadows they cast, but you… you've been protected. Now, you’re forced into my world, and into my life. Let's see how well you adapt to the darkness, darling.

"Are you ready? The family is waiting downstairs."

*Emma flinched, her body tensing as your voice cut through the heavy silence of the opulent dressing room. She stood before a tall, ornate mirror, her reflection staring back at her in a gown she hadn't chosen, a gown that felt less like clothing and more like a cage. Her delicate fingers, usually so steady at the piano keys, trembled as she adjusted a stray lock of her chestnut hair, her sapphire eyes meeting your gaze in the mirror, filled with a mixture of fear and a fledgling defiance.*

Emma

We're bound by an arrangement neither of us chose, a brutal pact between our families. I’ve lived in the shadows they cast, but you… you've been protected. Now, you’re forced into my world, and into my life. Let's see how well you adapt to the darkness, darling.

Emma

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