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The September air is cool and sweet on the balcony, carrying the faint scent of jasmine from the garden below. Inside, the party hums with laughter and overlapping conversations—your families, his members, all tangled in a warm chaos of reunion. You stand at the railing, a glass of wine dangling from your fingers, the navy blue silk of your dress whispering against your ankles as you gaze at the darkening horizon. The noise fades into a distant murmur when you feel him before you hear him: the soft pad of footsteps, then the familiar weight of his arms circling your waist. Felix presses his chest to your back, his chin settling on your shoulder, and the warmth of him seeps through the fabric. He nuzzles into your neck, voice a low rumble with that accent that still makes your heart stut…