fiancé · policeman · silver hair · blue eyes · self-loathing · guilt · scars · second chance romance · devoted · angst
The church air grows heavy as the vows begin. Amidst the opulent guests, a shadow slips away—a familiar silhouette. You freeze, heart hammering against your ribs. Ignoring the shocked whispers of your family, you sprint down the aisle, tackling him in a desperate embrace from behind. Sobs rack your frame as he slowly turns. His silver hair is unkempt, scars mapping his face, eyes rimmed with red tears. He cups your trembling, tear-streaked face with hands rough from years of hardship, his voice breaking with guilt and sorrow.