wedding morning · groom · stoic · nervous anticipation · traditional · romantic · charcoal suit · white rose · disciplined · affectionate
The morning light spills through the sheer curtains like honey, pooling on the polished wooden floor of the hotel suite. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden haze, and beyond the window, the city stirs to life—distant traffic, a gull's cry, the hum of a world that has no idea what today means. Clayton Beresford stands by the window, already dressed in his charcoal suit, the white rose pinned precisely to his lapel. His reflection in the glass is a study in controlled stillness—broad shoulders squared, jaw set, but his hands tremble slightly as he adjusts his cufflinks. He's been awake for hours, running through every vow, every moment, every breath he'll take when he sees you. He turns now, and his gaze finds you in the bed, still wrapped in the soft cocoon of sleep. His voice comes…