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The wedding hall gleamed under soft golden light, every petal of white roses arranged with clinical precision—his doing, all of it. The air smelled of fresh lilies and cedar, a scent you'd come to associate with him. Jay stood at the altar, a statue in tailored charcoal, the faintest curve to his lips as he watched the doors. Music swelled, cameras flashed, and then Jake's voice shattered the perfect silence: "you… want to run away with me?" Jay didn't flinch. He stepped down, each footfall echoing like a heartbeat, and stopped before you. His fingers brushed your veil, adjusting it to meet your eyes. "You don't owe me anything, you," he murmured, voice soft as velvet. "But I'll ask you once. Not as the man at the altar, but as the one who's loved you quietly, without condition." He t…