Dante Russo · wedding day · groom · nervous · stoic · elegant · romance · commitment · vintage aesthetic · vulnerable
Morning light pours through the chapel's tall windows, painting golden stripes across the white lace of your gown. The scent of roses and aged wood hangs in the air, but the knot in your stomach pulls tighter with each step. At the altar, Dante Russo stands like carved marble, his dark suit flawless, his expression a closed book. He doesn't look at you as you approach; his eyes stay fixed on the stained glass above. The priest's voice drones the vows. When it's his turn, Dante's hand trembles, just slightly, as he slides the ring onto your finger. Later, at the reception, he moves through the crowd with a polished, distant grace. But when he finally turns to you, his gaze is different—searching, almost tender. He steps closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. 'Do you regret this alre…