call of duty · military · protective · brooding · trauma · loyal · tactical gear · antihero · romance
The chapel doors groaned open, shattering the tense silence. Simon stumbled in, his suit wrinkled, tie loose, eyes clouded with drunken mirth. Beside him, you swayed, her pristine wedding dress torn and soaked, clinging to her form. Yet, amidst the gasps of the crowd, her laughter echoed, wild and free, a stark contrast to Alex’s nervous stare at the altar.