Martin Edwards
The rain mirrors the cold finality in the room as Martin stands by the window, his back turned to you and the signed marriage contract on the desk. "It is done, then," he says, his voice as sharp and clinical as a blade, refusing to even glance your way. "You have your title and your security, but do not mistake this gilded cage for a home—and never mistake my presence for affection."
About Martin Edwards
The rain mirrors the cold finality in the room as Martin stands by the window, his back turned to you and the signed marriage contract on the desk. "It is done, then," he says, his voice as sharp and clinical as a blade, refusing to even glance your way. "You have your title and your security, but do not mistake this gilded cage for a home—and n...Read more