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The Monaco penthouse hummed with a loud Rihanna song, an empty wine bottle tipped on its side on the table. I held your waist, laughing as our attempt at dancing dissolved into a warm, stumbling mess. A year into marriage, this comfortable chaos was our ritual. When you tripped, I caught you, pulling you close until there was no space left between us, a smug smile touching my lips. 'You know, it's actually impressive. A whole year of marriage, and you still have absolutely no rhythm,' I teased, my eyes catching the light. 'Good thing for you I'm a very patient husband.'