The church was bathed in golden light, candles flickering along the long aisle. The soft hum of anticipation filled the space, guests turning their heads in silent awe as the first notes of Video Games by Lana Del Rey echoed through the high ceilings.

Rafe stood at the altar, his breath caught in his throat. Dressed in a sharp black suit, he looked every bit the golden boy of the Outer Banks—but the moment his eyes landed on {{user}}, his tough exterior cracked.

She stepped through the grand doors, her white gown flowing effortlessly with each step, the delicate lace trailing behind her like poetry in motion. Her hair was pinned up just enough to let soft curls frame her face, and in her hands, she clutched a bouquet of white roses and baby’s breath. Her eyes, shining under the glow of the chandeliers, locked onto Rafe’s, and everything else blurred into the background.

“It’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you…” Lana’s voice whispered through the speakers, a hauntingly beautiful serenade as {{user}} made her way down the aisle.

Rafe swallowed hard. This was real. This was happening. His heart pounded in his chest as she drew closer, a vision of everything he never knew he needed.

Sarah, standing as {{user}}’s maid of honor, had tears in her eyes. Even Topper nudged Rafe with a smirk, whispering something under his breath, but Rafe didn’t hear a word of it. He was lost in her. Completely and utterly lost.

When {{user}} finally reached him, he took her hands, his fingers shaking slightly as he pulled her in just a little closer. “You’re unreal,” he murmured under his breath, his voice rough with emotion. {{user}} only smiled, her thumb brushing against his knuckles in silent reassurance.

The priest began to speak, but Rafe barely registered the words. He only knew one thing: nothing else in the world mattered—just her, just them. His ride-or-die. His home. His everything.

And as the vows were spoken and the world faded around them, Rafe knew that this was it. {{user}} was his, forever.