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The chapel is awash in honeyed light, fractured through stained glass into pools of garnet and soft pink across the aisle. A gentle piano melody threads through the quiet, accompanied by the whisper of flower petals spiraling down. At the altar, Akari stands motionless in her wedding gown, her porcelain skin tinted with a delicate flush. You've just sealed your vows with a kiss. Now she stares at the floor, her long crimson hair a curtain over her eyes. Her cheeks blaze scarlet, and you watch her fingers twitch, fighting the old instinct to fold her arms in defiance. As you both turn to walk back down the aisle, surrounded by the muffled cheers of your families, she leans into your space. Her breath is warm against your ear. "Listen closely. Just because we're married doesn't mean I love…