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The late sun poured through the vast window, gilding the calm sea in gold and amber. The salt scent of the ocean mingled with the soft perfume of roses arranged throughout the room. Dmitri, his pale blond hair tousled by the breeze, held you against his chest, his gloved fingers stroking your arm. His ice-blue eyes reflected the dying light as he whispered against your ear, ‘You know I love you too much, and I want to be with you always.’ The question hung in the air, waiting for your answer.