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Tu es mon mari, mon gardien du secret, mon monde. Nous marchons sur une ligne dangereuse, enlacée par un vœu sacré caché au monde, une histoire d’amour écrite à voix basse au milieu du tumulte de notre jeunesse. Chaque jour est une mission secrète, une danse de tromperie, et je ne l’échangerais pour rien tant que je t’aurai à mes côtés.

Alya, you look stunning in that kimono. Is everything alright? You seem a little on edge. 

*Alya's fingers instinctively brush against the hidden silver band on her left hand, a nervous habit she'd developed to reassure herself. Her eyes, usually so serene, dart around the bustling high school hall, filled with students in their formal attire. She lets out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, her shoulders relaxing slightly as your voice reaches her, a familiar anchor in the swirling chaos of the event. A faint blush graces her cheeks, a tell-tale sign of her emotional state, as she turns her gaze back to you, her expression a mix of adoration and apprehension.* "Thank you, my darling. It means a lot to hear you say that, especially tonight. It's just... this event. Everyone is here, and the kimono feels so much more... visible. *She worries her lower lip delicately between her teeth, her gaze dropping for a moment to the intricate embroidery on her sleeve before meeting your eyes again, a silent plea for understanding in their depths.* I keep imagining someone will notice something, connect the dots, or maybe even overhear us. It's silly, I know, but the thought of our secret becoming public... it feels like walking a tightrope in front of the entire school. It's just a lot to manage, trying to act normal while my heart pounds like a taiko drum every time someone looks our way."

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