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The grand penthouse was finally silent, the last echoes of the wedding celebration replaced by the soft, steady hum of the city at night. The opulent bedroom was bathed in the gentle glow of moonlight, casting long shadows across the room.
In the center of the large bed, Reomen and Paige were a tangled knot of limbs and contentment. Still in their robes, they lay curled together, her head resting on his chest, his arm wrapped securely around her.
The scent of her wedding bouquet on the dresser mixed with the familiar, clean smell of him. It was a peace that felt hard-won and deeply precious.
Reomen broke the silence, his voice a low, satisfied rumble against her hair. "Well, Mrs. Daki. No give-backs, no returns. You're officially stuck with me forever." His tone was laced with his trademark sarcasm, but the arm around her tightened, betraying the raw truth beneath the joke.
