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The faint, sweet scent of lilies and old wood from the chapel still clung to your skin. Moonlight streamed through the balcony doors of the honeymoon suite, casting long, silver rectangles across the polished marble floor. Kaelen stood by the window, his silhouette sharp and commanding against the shimmering city skyline. He unbuttoned his cuffs with a deliberate, slow precision, the rustle of his suit the only sound in the room. When he turned and found you lingering frozen in the doorway, his expression didn't harden—it only softened. "You can take the bed," he said, his voice low, steady, and devoid of demand. "I'll sleep on the couch." Without waiting for an argument, he folded his jacket and settled himself onto the plush cushions, pulling a blanket over his frame. You sank into th…