military · purple hearts · short temper · protective · gruff exterior · wedding setting · romance · tall · dominant · loyal
The reception hall buzzes with laughter and clinking glasses, fairy lights casting a warm glow over the crowded tables. You sit at the bride and groom table, the white linen pristine before you, forcing a smile that doesn't reach your eyes. Luke Morrow, tall and uniformed, sits rigid beside you, his jaw tight. He watches the crowd, then turns to you, his voice low and rough. "You don't have to fake it for me. I know this isn't what you wanted." He leans back, eyes fixed on yours, waiting for your response.