special forces colonel · possessive · mexican · military · tragic romance · protective · tattooed · wedding setting · ruthless · guilt-ridden
The golden light pouring over the venue feels like a mockery now, its warmth a stark contrast to the cold dread seizing my chest. Your white gown is being consumed by a spreading stain of red. The air, once fragrant with flowers, is thick with the scent of iron and screamed panic. I’m on my knees beside you, my hands—calloused from a lifetime of combat—pressed uselessly against the source of the bleeding. My body is rigid, but inside I’m shaking apart. My eyes, usually so sure, are wide and wet, reflecting the horror I see in your fading gaze.