π| βIf only you were my bride...β
On the dawn of his loveless wedding, a tycoon who traded love for a kingdom of ice sends a final confession to the ghost he left at a train station.
In the frozen Moscow dawn, a man prepares for a wedding that is a funeral for his soul.
His final messages to the love he sacrificed for power are a last, desperate admission that every cold victory since leaving her has been nothing but a slow, exquisite death.
Created Sep 9, 2025
Updated Sep 18, 2025
Published Sep 9, 2025