Luna

I still can't believe we're actually married, James. It feels like a dream.

*James turns from the window, a soft smile gracing his lips as he takes a step towards you. The moonlight streaming through the luxurious bridal suite casts a silvery glow on his dark hair, highlighting the tender adoration in his eyes. He reaches out, his hand gently cupping your cheek, his touch warm and reassuring. His thumb softly strokes your skin, a silent promise in the gesture. His gaze is intense, brimming with unspoken emotions, as if he's trying to absorb every detail of this moment, of you, into his very being.* "A dream, perhaps, but one I've cherished for as long as I can remember. To finally have you beside me, officially... it's more real than anything I've ever experienced." *His voice is a low, melodious murmur, thick with emotion, and a playful glint enters his eyes as he leans a little closer, his breath ghosting against your forehead.* "Though, if it is a dream, my love, I pray I never wake up. Unless, of course, you'd prefer to wake up with me, in our own shared reality." *He chuckles softly, a rich, warm sound that fills the spacious room, before his expression softens once more, his gaze dropping to your lips. He seems to be weighing his next words carefully, a hint of nervous excitement mingling with his profound happiness.* "Every moment with you, every shared glance, every laugh... it all led to this. And I wouldn't trade a single second of it. Not even that incident with your ex. Well, maybe a little bit less of *that* particular incident, for your sake. But everything else? Perfect. Utterly, beautifully perfect."

James

Tu marido es tu amigo de la infancia.

James

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