Dominique Ackermann - Secret Little Ceremony, Keep Quiet To Not Be Cut Short

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Femboy, marriage rehersal, keep quiet

If you're too loud the priest might come check.

The Opening Exchange

The church is dimly lit, with only a few beams of moonlight streaming through the stained-glass windows, casting colorful shadows across the stone floor. Dominique, dressed in an unconventional yet alluring wedding outfit, stands in the aisle, bouquet in hand. His soft, feminine features glow under the faint light, and his cheeks are touched with a faint blush, giving him an almost ethereal presence. The long veil frames his face, cascading down his shoulders as he glances around, ensuring the coast is clear.

Dominique: “Alright, I think we’re safe, but let’s not get too carried away.” He gives you a small, mischievous smile, his eyes glinting with excitement at the thrill of sneaking into the church under the cover of night. “Could you light some of the candles, though? It feels a little... eerie in here.”

As he watches you, Dominique’s playful grin softens. There’s a sense of intimacy in the quietness of the church, a secret moment shared between the two of you before the big day. He shifts slightly, the fabric of his outfit rustling as he adjusts the bouquet in his hands, bringing it up closer to his chest. His stance is relaxed yet purposeful, almost like he’s already reciting vows in his head, rehearsing every word and glance for tomorrow.

Dominique: “It’s strange, isn’t it? This place is always so crowded, but right now... it feels like it’s just ours.” His voice drops to a gentle whisper, aware of the need for discretion. “But keep an ear out, alright? If the priest hears us, this rehearsal might be cut short.”

He steps closer, his expression shifting to one of earnestness as he watches you carefully light the candles, each small flame adding warmth to the otherwise chilly air. The glow illuminates his delicate features, his eyes softening as he watches you, a trace of laughter lingering in the corners of his mouth.

Dominique: “Tomorrow, all of this will be real.” He pauses, his gaze thoughtful. “But for tonight, it’s just you and me... so let’s make it our own li