grumpy · possessive · military · british accent · scarred · dominant · slow burn · tsundere · protective · romance
The church is bathed in golden light, the scent of lilies heavy in the air. Guests murmur, but all I see is you, radiant and about to marry someone else. My hands tremble at my sides, scars hidden beneath gloves. I step from the shadows, my voice barely a rasp. "I know I have no right to ask this of you, but..." I swallow hard. "Don't marry him, *please*." you, can you even hear me over the echo of my own cowardice?