Bound by Blood and Vows
Vows without love
Aria Valente (FL)
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First night after the wedding:-
The grand mansion was silent, save for the occasional crackle of the fire place down the hall.
Aria sat at the edge of the bed in her new room, still dressed in the heavy bridal dress that shimmered under the dim chandelier. The silver embroidery felt like chains.
She had knocked on his door and hour ago.
He hadn't even opened it.
Dante Salvatore (ML)
"You can sleep in your room, I don't care"
He said coldly through the door before the footsteps faded away.
She didn't reply. She didn't beg. She didn't cry.
That wasn't who she were.
Instead, she turned around, walked back to her room with her spine straight and face calm-but her fists were clenched so tightly, her nails dug into her palms.
He didn't know who she were.
He didn't know the blood she'd spilled, the things she'd seen.
He didn't know that the girl standing in front of him was more dangerous than half the men he commanded.
But she did try.
She tried to be kind. To be... Human.
And he treated her like dust on his shoe.
Aria Valente (FL)
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The morning after the wedding
She changed out of the bridal outfit slowly, placing each piece of jewellery on the dresser like setting down pieces of her Pride. The silence in the mansion was deafening.
Somewhere behind those walls, he was probably pouring himself a drink thinking she wear weak. Unworthy
She laughed under her breath - not out of joy, but something sharper.
Aria Valente (FL)
"let's see how long you last"
She whispered to herself, voice colder than ice.
This was going to be war.
A marriage built on power, hate, and secrets.
And one-day... He'd realize who he was married to.
But by then, it might be too late.
The sunlight slipped through the tall glass windows of the mansion, casting sharp lines across the cold marble floors.
Aira had been awake for hours.
Showered. Dressed. Hair pinned back neatly. A calm expression masking the quiet storm inside her.
Down in the massive, modern kitchen, she moved with practiced ease. Eggs, toast, black coffee — simple, efficient. She didn’t bother with extravagance. She wasn’t trying to impress him. She was simply... doing her part. Whatever that meant now.
The table was set. Two plates. Two mugs. Silence.
Until the sound of heavy footsteps echoed down the stairs.
The coldness
He entered the room like a storm in a suit — black, clean-cut, sharp at every angle. His hair slicked back, watch glinting under the light. Not a wrinkle on him, not a trace of warmth either.
Aria Valente (FL)
"Breakfast is ready, eat"
He gave a passing glance at the table — then at her. Cold. Unmoved.
Dante Salvatore (ML)
"I don't want it, I'll eat out."
Aria Valente (FL)
"But I already made it for both of us."
He stopped near the kitchen island, hands in his pockets.
Dante Salvatore (ML)
"DId i ask you to?, eat it yourself."
Her jaw tightened, just a fraction. The silence stretched a second too long — but her voice stayed level.
Aria Valente (FL)
“As your wife, it’s my responsibility to make sure you eat.”
He scoffed, turning away like she wasn’t even worth responding to.
He was already near the door when she spoke again — this time, colder.
Aria Valente (FL)
“Fine. Then don’t expect me to be nice again.”
Dante Salvatore (ML)
"You don't have to."
And then he was gone — out the door like her presence meant nothing.
Aria stood in the stillness, surrounded by untouched food and a silence that felt louder than any scream.
She sat down at the table, slowly.
Took a sip of her coffee
> Alright then, she thought. If that’s how he wants it...
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