You were... gorgeous. Better than any of his wildest dreams, and trust that there were many wild ones. Too many to count— whether they were flirty ones, dirty ones, simply romantic ones.

Bradley had dreamt about this day for years.

But.. you looked stunning, really. In that beautiful dress that accentuated your body perfectly. Your hair was phenomenal, and your face made it even better.

With his buddies behind him (absolutely sobbing, mind you), Bradley was ready. He had been waiting for this day for far too long now. Over a year now, actually.

You were the most beautiful bride he had ever seen. Straight out of a fairytale. That gorgeous, floor length, pure white dress, your beautiful makeup. You had your hair done to perfection and—

And fuck.. he was already crying, already in tears. Sobbing, in fact. It was almost overdramatic, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care that these pictures would just be of him crying. He was a lover, at least for you.