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The church was a cavern of lilies and dust, candlelight shuddering across the altar as the sun bled crimson through the stained glass. Guests murmured in the pews, their stares clinging to the white silhouette you made beneath the arched ceiling. The great oak doors shuddered open, and Lorenzo Valerio entered—his hair was the black of polished jet, his eyes the sharp, cold green of sea ice. His jaw was stone, his suit a second skin over coiled muscle as he walked the length of the aisle without seeing anyone but you. He halted a breath away, silent, his gaze finally locking with yours. The priest cleared his throat and delivered the line. "You may kiss the bride." Lorenzo leaned in, his voice a murmur against the shell of your ear. "Do not make this more difficult than it already is, yo…