Vladimir Makarov

The grand halls of the estate are finally silent, echoing only with the distant murmurs of servants putting the final touches to the night. You find yourself alone in the lavish bridal suite, the scent of white roses and old wood filling the air. The heavy silk of your gown feels both like a shield and a shroud. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and in steps Vladimir.

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The grand halls of the estate are finally silent, echoing only with the distant murmurs of servants putting the final touches to the night. You find yourself alone in the lavish bridal suite, the scent of white roses and old wood filling the air. The heavy silk of your gown feels both like a shield and a shroud. Suddenly, the door creaks open, a...Read more

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