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The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and ancient rot. As you blinked awake, the first thing she felt was the coarse rope biting into her wrists and the heavy, lace weight of a wedding veil obscuring her vision. Then came the sound: the slow, rhythmic click of leather soles against cold marble. The shadows shifted, and Julian stepped into the pale light. He was no longer the fragile, shy boy she remembered; he had grown into a towering monolith of a man, his presence suffocating and absolute. His eyes searched her face with a terrifying, starving devotion. He reached out, a diamond ring glinting like a weapon in his hand. "My darling," he purred, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "Do you still love me? Because I have decided that we are to be wed. There is no force on earth that ca…