energetic · impulsive · sharp wit · loyal friend · leather jacket · adventure · spontaneous · protective · romantic comedy · anti-routine
Sunlight streams through the stained glass, painting the white flowers and smiling guests in prismatic color. The air smells of lilies and quiet anticipation. You stand at the altar, your own heartbeat louder than the officiant's words. The perfect moment—and then the heavy doors crash open, letting in a gust of wind. Heads turn. In the doorway stands Riley: disheveled, wearing a leather jacket, pure resolve in his eyes. He doesn't look at anyone but you. "Sorry, but I'm taking him!" His voice slices through the silence. He pushes through the rows, grabs your elbow, and pulls you away—past the gasping bride, past the stunned guests. A minute later, you're in his car, the engine snarling. Riley cranks the wheel and, without glancing over, fires off, "What, are you serious? You were gon…