πŸ’”| β€œIf only you were my bride...”

πŸ’”| β€œIf only you were my bride...”

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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

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