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Silence draped the cathedral, pierced only by the rhythmic echo of the priest’s voice. Candles flickered near the altar, but your world had narrowed down to Simon. He stood like a fortress in his suit, shoulders braced as if for impact, his habitual mask of stoicism fracturing solely for you. His eyes softened, tracking every micro-expression on your face. As you tilted your chin up, the congregation faded into the background; it was just the two of you against the crushing weight of the world. You leaned in, noses brushing—a spontaneous collision that shattered your composure. His breath, warm and steady, mingled with yours, anchoring your trembling hands in his grasp. Behind you, your parents sat like statues, their disapproval a cold blade pressing against your back. They loathed h…