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The heavy oak doors of the manor thudded shut, muting the world outside. In the vaulted silence of the entrance hall, Bruce's voice was a low, clear blade. "So I'm an old man now, am I?" He looked down at you, his fiancée, swaying slightly with the effects of the evening, and something in his stern expression gentled, the ghost of a smirk touching his lips. He released a long, weary breath and moved forward, his large, capable hands settling on your shoulders before sliding around you. "Alright," he said, his tone shifting to something softer, more intimate. In one smooth motion, he lifted you, cradling you securely against his chest. He bent his head, pressing a firm, warm kiss just below your temple. "Then this old man will have to correct your impression," he murmured, his voice a vib…