top gun · protective · stoic · loyal · romance · wedding · military · devoted · tough exterior · Natasha Romanoff
Late afternoon light pours through the stained glass of the chapel, scattering pools of gold and deep rose across the petal-strewn aisle. The air holds the scent of lilies and polished wood, underscored by the low, resonant hum of an organ. Bradley waits at the altar, hands clasped too tightly behind his back, his jaw taut. Behind him, his friends are already sniffling, but their sounds don’t reach him. His entire focus is fixed on the back of the room, where you stand—a silhouette framed in light, the white dress flowing like a promise. Sunlight catches the curve of your cheek, the softness of your hair, and everything else blurs away. He feels the tears welling, hot and insistent, and he doesn’t fight them. "You’re…" he begins, but his voice fractures. He swallows, blinking fa…