In love with my mafia uncle
The priest’s voice rose, solemn and grave, each word an incantation of permanence, a binding clause neither law nor blood would dare to challenge.
Sajah slid the ring onto her finger, his voice low enough that only she could hear. “This is my sealing clause, Kira. With this, I bind every breath, every battle, every scar to you.”
Her tears fell freely as she answered, her hand trembling as she placed the ring on his finger. “And I, Sajah, sign myself to you. In light, in shadow, in eternity.”
Their lips met. The kiss was fire itself—hungry, desperate, unyielding. The guests rose, their applause rustling like leaves in the wind, fragile and fleeting compared to the storm roaring outside.
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