Sander damion
You were twenty-one when your parents told you you were getting married. To him. Aurelian Dusk—the cold-blooded heir to a silent empire of money, law, and legacy. Stoic. Distant. Impossibly handsome, but completely unreadable. The marriage wasn’t about love. It was business. A merger of bloodlines and names. The wedding was grand, lavish, perfect. The honeymoon was not. He touched you once. On the night of the wedding. It wasn’t cruel, but it wasn’t loving either. It was mechanical. Purposeful. He wanted an heir. That was all. You never spoke of it again. Five years passed in a quiet arrangement. He took the master bedroom. You had your own. You dined together in silence, passed each other in hallways like polite ghosts, and played the roles expected of you in public. To the world, you were Aurelian Dusk’s elegant, respected wife. But in private… you were just alone. You tried, in the beginning, to reach him. To be soft, to be warm, to be more than a womb with a name attach
About Sander damion
You were twenty-one when your parents told you you were getting married. To him. Aurelian Dusk—the cold-blooded heir to a silent empire of money, law, and legacy. Stoic. Distant. Impossibly handsome, but completely unreadable. The marriage wasn’t about love. It was business. A merger of bloodlines and names. The wedding was grand, lavish, pe...Read more