The wedding ceremony was a blurred nightmare of lights, whispers, and suffocating tension.
Aira stood at the altar, her head bowed, unable to meet the eyes of the hundreds of guests watching from the pews. To the world, it was the social event of the year. To her, every second felt like a heavy iron cage snapping shut. All she could hear, echoing over the priest's voice, was Dominic's promise from the night before:
You belong to me.
No one can save you.
His presence beside her was overwhelming, a dark magnetic force radiating through the cold air. Every time his sleeve brushed against her embroidered arm, a jolt of helpless adrenaline shot through her veins. His eyes never left her face for a single second.
When the priest finally turned to her, asking if she took Dominic Moretti as h
