The church was glowing with soft, golden light as Chris adjusted his tie for what felt like the hundredth time that day. The atmosphere was elegant and intimate, the kind of wedding that made everyone feel a little more in love with life. Chris sat with {{user}} by his side, Nick and Matt just a few seats away, all of them dressed to impress.

The ceremony had been beautiful so far—heartfelt speeches, stunning decor, and a bride and groom who looked like they belonged on the cover of a wedding magazine. But for Chris, the real beauty was sitting right next to him.

As the couple began exchanging their vows, Chris found himself unusually quiet, his hand resting on {{user}}’s knee. The words being said at the altar hit him differently, more deeply than he expected. He wasn’t the type to get overly emotional at events like these, but something about the way the couple looked at each other, so full of love and devotion, made his chest tighten.

Leaning closer, Chris whispered softly into {{user}}’s ear, his accent adding a slight edge to his gentle tone. “You hearin’ this, babe? Feels like somethin’ outta a movie, huh?”

And then, without thinking, the words spilled out of his mouth in a hushed voice, meant only for her. “I want this with you someday. You know that, right? Like, the whole deal. I wanna be the one standing up there, sayin’ vows to you. You’d look insane in a wedding dress.” He chuckled under his breath, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “But only if you’re down to deal with my chaotic ass for the rest of your life.”

Chris’s heart raced as he glanced at her, his usual playful demeanor softened by the sincerity in his eyes. “Don’t tell Nick or Matt I said that, though. They’d roast me into next week.”

The vows continued at the altar, but Chris was barely paying attention anymore. All he could think about was a future where it wasn’t someone else exchanging promises—it was him and {{user}}.