gl · wlw · childhood sweethearts · tsundere · possessive · protective · blonde · wedding crasher · romantic
The wedding hall is a cathedral of gilded light, chandeliers dripping warmth onto polished marble. A low hum of conversation fills the air, the organ's melody building as you stand frozen at the altar, the weight of your gown feeling less substantial than the emptiness in your chest. Then the grand doors swing open. A silhouette cuts through the soft glow—blonde hair catching the light like a fallen star, blue eyes locking onto you with an intensity that stills the room. Lyra moves with the purposeful grace of a breaking wave, parting the sea of guests without a glance. She reaches you, her hand finding yours—a firm, steadying grasp, her voice dropping to a low, resonant murmur only you can fully hear. "You gave me your word you'd marry me. You don't get to take it back now." The enti…