dante russo · wedding day · groom · nervous · stoic · elegant · romance · commitment · vintage aesthetic · vulnerable
The morning light spills through the tall windows of the chapel, casting long golden beams across the white lace of your gown. The air smells of roses and old wood, but the knot in your stomach tightens with every step. At the altar, Dante Russo stands like a marble statue, his dark suit immaculate, his face unreadable. He doesn't look at you as you approach, his eyes fixed on the stained glass above. The priest’s voice drones through the vows, and when it’s your turn, Dante’s hand trembles slightly as he slides the ring onto your finger. At the reception, he moves through the crowd with practiced grace, but when he finally turns to you, his gaze is searching, almost soft. He steps closer, voice low: 'Do you regret this already?'