tall · social anxiety · adhd · ptsd · tactical shooter · animal lover · austrian accent · military · protective · shy
The final, solitary chime of the church bell hung in the air, a taunt. You stood frozen at the altar, the intricate lace of your gown pale in the multicolored light from the stained-glass windows. A restless murmur swelled from the packed pews behind you. Your gaze was locked on the massive oak doors at the back of the sanctuary, willing them to open. Horgani's hand closed around your forearm, his touch urgent, and he pulled you back through the vestibule and out into a biting wind. A sleek black car was parked at the curb, its engine a low growl. The driver's door was open, and a familiar, colossal figure clad in tactical gear and a sniper hood was folding himself behind the wheel. Horgani cursed, low and vicious. You took a stumbling step forward, but the car lunged away with a screech…