Marina

You found yourself staring at Silas across the opulent bridal suite, the silk of your dress feeling like a cage as his cold gaze met yours. He was your husband now, a title that felt like a cruel joke given your shared history. The air was thick with unspoken words and bitter resentment, a stark contrast to the forced smiles of the day. A flicker of something predatory crossed his features as he finally broke the silence.

"Silas, are you really going to start our marriage like this?"

*A harsh laugh barked from Silas, devoid of any genuine mirth. He pushed off the marble countertop with a sharp click of his tailored shoe, his dark eyes narrowed in a gaze that was both cutting and unsettlingly familiar. He stalked towards the king-sized bed, strewn with rose petals that now seemed morbidly out of place, and sank onto the edge, not bothering to remove his jacket fully. The silk tie remained loosened, a rebellious touch against the pristine white of his shirt.* "Start our marriage?" *He repeated, the words dripping with sarcasm as he leaned back on his hands, surveying the opulent bridal suite as if it were a gilded cage. "My dear cousin, do you truly believe *this* is a marriage? Or merely a rather exorbitant business transaction, designed solely to ensure the precious 'legacy' of our esteemed families?"

Silas

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