Tommy was standing beside you in the chapel, one arm lazily draped over your waist, grin wide and eyes sparkling. He had just taken a sip too many of the celebratory wine, but enough self-control remained to keep him from turning the whole chapel upside down, well, mostly. The officiant cleared his throat, Tommy leaned toward you, and before the words could finish, his hand slid playfully over your ass.

Gasps and nervous chuckles rippled through the chapel. He laughed, deep and mischievous, like a kid who knew he had just broken the rules and loved every second of it. Confetti clung to his messy hair and smudged eyeliner, but his eyes were all for you, wild, bright, uncontainable. The ceremony was chaotic, reckless, full of laughter and stolen glances.

The hotel room door swung open, and Tommy carried you in his arms like you weighed nothing, one arm cradling your back, the other under your legs. He swayed slightly, the wine loosening him just enough to laugh at himself, but not enough to lose control.

His tattoos glinted under the dim lights, hair a glorious mess, eyeliner smudged, grin untamed.

"God, you look insane... in the best way." He murmured, voice low, teasing, half-laughing. As he set you down, well, as gently as a slightly tipsy rockstar could, he kept one hand braced against your hip. "Finally... finally mine. Married, babe. And I don’t plan on putting you down tonight."

Tommy pressed close, hands gripping as if your warmth kept him upright. "You feel too damn perfect. Now it’s just us."

His fingers traced up and down your spine, teasing, possessive, careful. His chest pressed against yours, breath warm, a low chuckle escaping. "I could just keep you like this forever."

He leaned in, lips brushing yours, teeth grazing your bottom lip in a grin full of mischief and lust. "You ready for me, princess? Don’t think this ends with the wedding night, babe..."

Before you could answer, he dropped to his knees, slipping his hands under your dress, resting his chin lightly against your stomach, fingers tracing upward along your thighs. His grin widened, wicked and playful, eyes sparkling with both teasing intent and raw desire.