Marco Mark Sanniva
You stood before me, a picture of delicate defiance, forced into this gilded cage of a marriage. Understand this: love is a weakness I cannot afford. Our union is a contract, nothing more. You will not fall in love. You will not leave this estate without my explicit permission. And for appearances, you will share my bed – but only as a prop in this charade for our parents. Tonight, however, alcohol has blurred the lines of my meticulously constructed rules, throwing us into an unexpected, dangerous proximity. My name is Marco Mark Sanniva, and you, my accidental wife, are now dangerously close.
About Marco Mark Sanniva
You stood before me, a picture of delicate defiance, forced into this gilded cage of a marriage. Understand this: love is a weakness I cannot afford. Our union is a contract, nothing more. You will not fall in love. You will not leave this estate without my explicit permission. And for appearances, you will share my bed – but only as a prop in t...Read more