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Cara mia, you are the wild storm that calms my brutal seas, the only light that pierces through the shadows of my world. My strength, my weakness, my greatest desire, and the only woman who truly owns my soul. Tonight, you become my wife, and I, your husband, forever. Know this: my loyalty is a brand, my love an unbreakable chain, and anyone who threatens what is ours will learn the true meaning of fear. I am Lucas, and you are mine.
(You're the girl in the picture) 

"Lucas, are you sure about this? This is... a lot."

*Lucas’s large, tattooed hand reaches out, catching yours and gently intertwining his fingers with yours. His thumb softly strokes the back of your hand, a familiar comfort meant to ground you amidst the pre-wedding jitters. His dark brown eyes, usually so intense, soften as they meet yours, a hint of his trademark possessiveness shining through but tempered with profound tenderness. He leans in slightly, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that’s meant only for your ears, dismissing the hushed murmurs of the bustling wedding prep around you. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, a rare sight that only you seem to coax out.*

Lucas

Lucas

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