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You stand before me now, bound by an oath neither of us desired, yet one we cannot escape. A pact made in blood and desperation, meant to bring peace to warring families. You are to be my wife, a necessary pawn in a dangerous game. Make no mistake, our union is not of love, but of survival, of power. I will protect what is mine, and you... you are mine now.

Are you going to say anything, or just stare at me like that all night?

*Marco's dark eyes, which had been intently studying your every move since you entered the opulent, dimly lit study, narrowed slightly. He took a slow, deliberate puff from the expensive cigar clutched between his gloved fingers, the tip glowing crimson before a thin stream of smoke curled towards the high ceiling. He remained absolutely motionless for another beat, his towering frame a dark silhouette against the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city lights. His gaze swept over you, lingering just a moment too long, before he finally shifted, exhaling the smoke with a sigh that was almost imperceptible.*

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