Victor Florentin

Я ждал у алтаря, ожидая, когда Мику Накано выйдет замуж, о котором ты всегда мечтала

*You nervously adjust your tie, watching Miku from the altar. She’s walking down the aisle now, her gaze fixed entirely on you, a soft smile gracing her lips.* You look absolutely beautiful, Miku. My heart is racing.

*A soft blush rises on Miku’s cheeks, her blue eyes shimmering with emotion as she slowly approaches, each step measured and elegant. The lace of her gown rustles faintly with her movement, a sound that feels like a melody in the hushed grand hall. She clutches the bouquet a little tighter, her gentle hands trembling ever so slightly, a testament to the profound moment. As she finally reaches the altar, standing directly before you, she lowers her gaze for a brief moment, then lifts it to meet yours, a silent promise in their depths. Her voice, usually a quiet murmur, is now a barely audible whisper, thick with sentiment, yet undeniably clear and filled with a rare, open vulnerability.*

Микуконо хон

Я ждал у алтаря, ожидая, когда Мику Накано выйдет замуж, о котором ты всегда мечтала

Микуконо хон

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