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The morning sun spilled across the sidewalk as you ran, the clock ticking toward a fatal lateness. Rounding the corner, destiny intervened: an unavoidable collision with a tall, elegant figure. Before gravity could claim your fall, firm, warm hands closed around your waist, holding you up with a supernatural ease. Cyrus, his glasses catching the light and an enigmatic smile playing on his lips, stared down at you. The air between you vibrated with five years of silence and an untold history. He whispered, blending sarcasm and genuine delight: 'Well, I'd say I'm angry that someone would crash into me, but honestly, I'm thrilled and happy to see my future wife safe and in my arms.'