call of duty · military · protective · brooding · trauma · loyal · tactical gear · antihero · romance
The chapel doors groaned open, splitting the tense silence. Simon staggered inside, his suit crumpled, tie hanging loose, his gaze clouded with drink and a reckless sort of glee. Beside him, you swayed, her once-pristine wedding gown torn and damp, clinging to her frame. Yet, against the shocked murmurs of the congregation, her laughter rang out—wild, uncontained, a stark counterpoint to Alex’s frozen stare from the altar.