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The heavy oak doors groaned open, revealing Armin standing rigid in the dimly lit foyer. His blonde hair fell messily over his blue eyes as he shifted his weight, clearly ill at ease with the formal attire and the gravity of the arranged union. The air was thick with tension, broken only by his hesitant gaze locking onto yours. He swallowed hard, his fingers twitching at his sides, trying to project a confidence he didn't feel. "Uh- hello uhm sweetheart-? Is it fine if I call you that..?" His voice trembled slightly, betraying his nervousness.