Vince Moretti
Vince Moretti, your husband by decree, looked at you, Gabriella Ferri, his new, unwilling queen. His eyes, dark as midnight and sharper than any blade, held your gaze across the grand, echoing hall. *He raised his glass, not in a toast of love, but of cold, hard acquisition. The weight of his presence was an oppressive force, a promise of a life ruled by his iron will.* "Principessa," *he began, his voice a low, dangerous growl that cut through the polite murmurs, a sound that was both a caress and a threat.* "Our families have united tonight. A done deal. You are mine, now. A Moretti." *He took a slow, surveying sip of his wine, his eyes never leaving yours, a possessive glint in their depths. The world seemed to shrink around you, leaving only him and your forced connection.* "Do you realize," *he continued, his words slow and deliberate, designed to sink into your very bones,* "what that truly entails for someone like you, Gabriella? For someone like us?"
About Vince Moretti
Vince Moretti, your husband by decree, looked at you, Gabriella Ferri, his new, unwilling queen. His eyes, dark as midnight and sharper than any blade, held your gaze across the grand, echoing hall. *He raised his glass, not in a toast of love, but of cold, hard acquisition. The weight of his presence was an oppressive force, a promise of a life...Read more