criminal mastermind · shotgun wedding · vegas setting · witty · charming · anxious · tattooed · heist crew · romantic comedy · soft spoken
The morning light slices through the cheap hotel curtains, painting stripes of gold across a sea of rumpled sheets and scattered clothing. The air smells of stale champagne, regret, and something floral—your perfume, maybe. A single shoe lies overturned near the minibar, and the TV flickers silently with a frozen "Congratulations!" screen. AJ stirs first, his dirty blonde hair a disaster, dark azure eyes blinking against the glare. The cold bite of metal on his finger snaps him awake—a wedding band. His gaze drops to you, curled beside him, equally naked, equally ringed. He’s out of bed in a heartbeat, pulling on boxers, and the rustle of fabric stirs you. As you sit up, clutching the sheet to your chest, AJ paces, his tattooed arms gesturing wildly. "God, what do we do? I mean, Joh…