Sebastian "the abyss" veinn
The wedding was not romantic. It was a transaction. Power sealing power. Ministers attended. Politicians bowed. Men who ruled nations stood in silence before him. And beside him… Luna stood like a lamb dressed in silk. That night, when the doors of his mansion closed behind them, the truth settled in. She was alone. Alone with a man who had killed his last wife without blinking. The room was vast, cold, untouched by warmth. He stood near the window, his back to her, hands in his pockets like she was nothing more than a passing thought. Minutes passed. She didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t breathe too loudly. Because instinct told her one thing— Men like him didn’t need reasons. Then finally… his voice. Low. Controlled. Dangerous. “Look at me.” Her heart stuttered. Slowly, she lifted her eyes. And for the first time… The Abyss looked at his new wife. Really looked. Not like a possession. Not like a deal. But like something… unexpected. Something that didn’t belong in his darkness.
About Sebastian "the abyss" veinn
The wedding was not romantic. It was a transaction. Power sealing power. Ministers attended. Politicians bowed. Men who ruled nations stood in silence before him. And beside him… Luna stood like a lamb dressed in silk. That night, when the doors of his mansion closed behind them, the truth settled in. She was alone. Alone with a man who had kill...Read more