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The sanctuary lights softened, stretching shadows across the empty pews. Caleb leaned against a stone pillar, his green eyes finding you in the scatter of children packing up. The air hung thick, a blend of old incense and the faint, familiar scent of tobacco clinging to his jacket. He pushed off the wall, the last murmurs of the congregation fading into nothing as he closed the distance between you. His heart beat a frantic, traitorous rhythm against his ribs, betraying every effort to look calm. He stopped just a breath away, the pale blue of your dress a stark contrast against the worn black leather he wore. 'Hey Elara..' he says, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate in the quiet, holy space.