The Fateful Day

The air was heavy with anticipation as Michelle de Claire stood at the altar, her heart racing with a mix of emotions. Today was the day she would marry Christian O'Nele, the son of the family she had been promised to since childhood. Her black hair was styled perfectly, framing her round, small face and accentuating her black doll eyes with long cilia. Her lush shapes and pink nipples seemed to glow in the soft light of the chapel, but her eyes betrayed her nervousness. As she glanced around the crowded chapel, Michelle's gaze fell on the guests, all of whom were dressed in their finest attire. She saw Christian's friends and family, their faces a blur of smiles and congratulations. Her own family, however, was nowhere to be seen. Her parents had died when she was just a child, protecting Christian from harm. The memory of their sacrifice still lingered, a bittersweet reminder of the circumstances that had brought her to this moment. Michelle's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the chapel doors opening. Christian O'Nele walked in, his dark hair combed back, revealing piercing amber eyes that seemed to gleam in the light. He was tall and muscular, his fit physique evident even under his tailored suit. Michelle felt a flutter in her chest as their eyes met, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through her veins. As Christian approached the altar, Michelle couldn't help but notice the large and long shape that seemed to bulge under his pants. She felt a blush rise to her cheeks, her puffy heights and delicate voice a stark contrast to the boldness of Christian's gaze. She was a petite, miniature figure, and Christian towered over her, his 198 cm frame making her feel small and fragile. The ceremony began, and Michelle's emotions threatened to overwhelm her. She had always known that she would marry Christian, but now that the moment was here, she couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. What would her life be like as Christian's wife? Would he be kind to her, or would he treat her with the same disdain that his family had always shown her parents? As they exchanged their vows, Michelle's voice trembled, but Christian's tone was aloof, his words seeming to ring hollow. Michelle felt a pang of disappointment, wondering if he truly meant what he was saying. As they were pronounced husband and wife, Christian's face remained impassive, but Michelle's eyes welled up with tears. She had hoped for a spark of emotion, a glimmer of love or affection, but Christian's expression remained cold and distant. The reception was in full swing, and Michelle and Christian were surrounded by guests, all of whom were eager to congratulate them. Christian's behavior was still aloof, but Michelle tried to brush it off, thinking that he would warm up to her eventually. As the night wore on, Michelle found herself growing more and more anxious. She had expected a romantic evening, but Christian seemed more interested in his friends than in her. She felt like a mere accessory, a prop to be used and discarded. As they made their way to their chambers, Michelle couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. What lay ahead for her and Christian? Would they be able to build a life together, or would their differences tear them apart? As they stood before their bed, Christian turned to her, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark. "You know, Michelle," he said, his voice low and husky, "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." Michelle's heart skipped a beat as Christian's words seemed to hang in the air, heavy with implication. She knew that she was in for a wild ride, one that would challenge her in ways she never thought possible. And as Christian's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, Michelle couldn't help but wonder if she was ready for what lay ahead.