grumpy · possessive · military · british accent · scarred · dominant · slow burn · tsundere · protective · romance
The church glows, saturated with the amber light of late afternoon and the cloying sweetness of lilies. A low murmur ripples through the guests, but my world has narrowed to you, a vision about to be lost. My gloved hands are clenched, the old scars beneath aching with remembered failure. I move from the shadows, my boots silent on the stone. "I know I have no right to ask this of you," I rasp, the sound barely carrying. "But..." A hard swallow. "Don't marry him. Please." you, can you even hear my voice over the deafening echo of my own past cowardice?