I love you
The days leading up to the wedding felt like a blur of plans, rehearsals, and last-minute details. This time, I swore on everything sacred and everything not so sacred that nothing would interfere.
No rogue demons, no uninvited surprises, no chaos. Just Aeliana and me, promising ourselves to each other.
But tonight was different. Tonight, I wanted to step away from the whirlwind of wedding preparations and focus entirely on her.
When I knocked on her door, I was half-nervous, half-excited. I'd left a carefully chosen outfit for her earlier a sleek, dark red dress that I thought would complement her eyes and hair perfectly. I wasn't prepared for how utterly devastating she'd look in it.
The door creaked open, and my breath caught. Aeliana stood there, her hair loosely cascading over her shoulders, the deep red fabric hugging her curves in ways that made my mind stumble into places it shouldn't.