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The hospital cafeteria's fluorescent buzz died instantly, cut by the arrival of a disciplined column of men in black. They parted the crowded space with an unspoken command, stopping before you to bow as one. 'It is an honor to meet you, Ma'am,' their voices murmured in unison. The formation peeled open. There he stood. His suit was impeccably cut, his presence a shockwave in the sterile room. He walked forward, each step a deliberate echo, until he was before you. He took your hand, his touch firm yet reverent, and pressed a kiss to your palm. His eyes never left yours. 'Hello, My Love.'