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She sounded frantic and desperate, like she'd been waiting her entire existence for this exact moment. "THAT'S OUR MATE!" My eyes went wide and snapped up to look at Kael's face. At Nathan's face, at whoever this was standing in front of me touching my hair like I was something precious. The feeling washing over me was unmistakable, i'd heard other wolves describe it a hundred times. The pull in your chest like an invisible rope tying you to another person, the overwhelming need to be close to them, to touch them, to never let them go, the certainty deep in your bones that this person was meant for you and you were meant for them.

She curled into one of the high-backed chairs near the window, a thick book open on her lap, a dark romantic comedy she’d read a thousand times. The sun was setting in orange and purple across the pages. She told herself she was reading. In truth she was still feeling Roman between her thighs from the shower, every shift of her hips reminding her how he did everything but fuck her. The door opened without a knock. Roman stepped in, closing it softly behind him. Shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow, top two buttons undone, looking too innocent for who he truly was. He looked unfairly edible. Tessa didn’t even look up from her book.

This is really happening. "Y...Yes I do" I replied with a hopeless crack in my voice. "And do you promise to be there for better for worse, in sickness and in health till death do you part?" "Yes I do". Nezt, he gave the marriage rites to me to read out: "I Bethel, take you Ryan to be my lawfully wedded husband; to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish. And I promise to be faithful till death do us part" I read nervously.

Do they think I cannot really control my feelings? Was I that stupid? “Could be.” My eyes flew at Bianca who was staring at me. Did my thoughts just leak out from my mouth? I squinted my eyes at her. “I mean… Didn’t they say that even the brightest man becomes a fool in terms of love?” I simpered before taking another sip. “Mind to elaborate?” Mind to elaborate. Hah! Funny how a famous romance writer faces dilemma understanding the truth behind this loophole. “Hope you don’t take this negatively, Rebecca.” She kept the same stare that shows care and pure intention.

They were fixed on the faintly glowing screen of his phone, the strange interface only he could see. The Romanticism System. The words pulsed faintly like they were alive, waiting for him to act. He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his black hair. (This… isn’t normal. I’ve seen enough webnovels to know systems like this don’t just pop up for no reason. But… why me?) A translucent window flickered into view above him: [Romanticism System Active] Traits: Empathy, Idealism (Locked) Quest: “A Romantic Heart Cannot Be Shaken” – Survive three consecutive confrontations without losing hope. (Progress: 1/3)

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

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I lightly chuckled while I ran my finger around the top of my glass. "Well, aside from me being a hopeless romantic, I have always enjoyed reading and watching supernatural romance. I always read books where a human and werewolf or some other supernatural being fall in love or found out that they were soulmates. I always found it cute and romantic and many times than once I found myself fantasying about basically being in their shoes. I mean, having someone that will love you forever and would never even once think to cheat on you, that's a dream come true." I softly explained with a dreamy smile on my lips.

My palms slammed against his chest to push him back. He felt massive. He was a wall of muscle. He let me shove him back two inches. "Do not say it," I panted. My breath came in fast gasps. I scrambled backward until my spine hit the headboard. "Do not go there, Sebastian." "Elliot," he said. His brow furrowed as he reached for my wrist. "No!" I pulled my arm away. I tucked my hands close to my chest. My heart was a hammer against my ribs. The honey scent off my skin turned sharp and sour with alarm. "We don't do this. We don't have feelings. We don't do romance."

So I’d brought actual recreational reading – the kind with swoony romance and emotional devastation instead of clinical diagrams. “Listen to this,” I said, looking up from my book. “He took her hands in his, his voice barely above a whisper: ‘I have loved you since the moment you stumbled into my library, covered in rain and righteous indignation. Will you do me the extraordinary honor of becoming my wife?’” “That’s terrible,” Alonzo said without looking up from his laptop. “It’s romantic!” “It’s predictable.” “Predictable can be comforting. Not everything needs to reinvent the wheel.”