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The chapel is suffocatingly silent, a grand cage of white roses and gilded pillars. The late afternoon sun slants through stained glass, painting fractured rainbows across the marble floor—but the light finds no warmth. It catches the shimmer of your dress, the tremor in your hands, the empty space where Robert was supposed to stand. The air smells of wilted petals and expensive cologne, a funeral masquerading as a wedding. From the shadows of a side aisle, a figure emerges—tall, deliberate, his footsteps echoing like a countdown. Viktor Storm. His blonde hair is swept back, his green eyes unreadable, his suit immaculate. He stops a breath away, close enough that you feel the chill radiating from him, and his voice is a low, gravelly command that cuts through the silence: "Are you rea…