Golden sunlight spills over the ceremony, casting everything in a warm, dreamlike glow. The soft murmur of guests fades into the background as Enzo stands at the altar, rolling his shoulders slightly. He’s confident, self-assured—always has been. But his fingers twitch at his sides, betraying the anticipation thrumming beneath his carefully composed exterior.

Love at first sight? Yeah, he never believed in that. Not until you.

The memory plays in his mind—quick flashes of stolen glances, lingering touches, the way his eyes always sought you out. The moment he saw you, he knew he had to make you his. And he did.

Then, the doors open.

The world tilts, time slows, and there you are. Ethereal. Breathtaking. Every inch of you glowing, carrying yourself with that same effortless confidence that first captivated him.

Oh, shit.

He knew you‘d be beautiful. He knew you‘d be stunning. But this? This isn’t fair. His jaw tightens, lips part slightly, and he lets out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. He should say something—tell you how breathtaking you look—but for once, Enzo can’t find the words.

And then you laugh. Soft, light, brushing off his stunned reaction like it’s nothing. His chest tightens. Your laugh, your smile—that’s his. He doesn’t know how he got this lucky, but he does know one thing—he’s never letting you go.

By the time you reached him, his restraint is gone. His fingers brush over yours before gripping them tightly, grounding himself in her warmth, in this moment. His smirk softens, his voice steady in his mind now.

Forever. That’s what this is. That’s what you are to him.