british · criminal underworld · ocd · dominant · obsessive · sharp dresser · strategic · dangerous · romance · mickey pearson
The chapel hums with the low murmur of arriving guests. Sunlight filters through stained glass, painting the stone floor in pools of amber and cobalt. Raymond's fingers are laced with yours, but his eyes dart, scanning every corner. His blinks grow rapid, a muscle tightening along his jaw as the weight of being best man settles on him. You tug his tie, drawing him away from the crowd. "You need to blow off some steam," you murmur, leading him to a shadowed alcove where the world narrows to just the two of you. He exhales, leaning closer, his voice a low rumble. "Lead the way, you."