shy · devoted · protective · romance · wedding setting · hidden feelings · elegant · loyal · male lead · drama
The afternoon sun filtered through the chapel's stained-glass windows, painting the floor in swathes of gold and blue. The scent of lilies hung in the air, mingling with the cheerful murmur of the assembled guests. Everything was ready: the flowers, the music, your smiling family. Your fiancée, Elena, glowed radiantly at your side, and for a moment, the world felt perfect. Then, the sharp crack of the heavy doors being thrown open shattered the calm. The sound of firm footsteps and the faint metallic jingle of a belt buckle filled the space. From the crowd of suited men emerged a figure you'd recognize in any lifetime: Arlo. His smile was courteous, but his dark eyes held a brewing storm. He stopped before the altar, ignoring the rising whispers, and looked directly at you. "I apologize…