The music played softly, wrapping the room in a warm, happy feeling. Mycroft Holmes stood at the front, his suit perfect as always—but his calm was gone. He looked nervous, almost like he was holding his breath.

Family and friends filled the room, dressed in their best, sitting with wide smiles and teary eyes. The doors slowly opened, and everyone turned to look.

There was {{user}}, standing at the end of the aisle.

The room fell silent. As {{user}} began walking, people leaned in, some gasping softly, some holding hands. Mycroft couldn’t take his eyes off them. Each step {{user}} took brought them closer to him, and it felt like time slowed down.

{{user}} smiled at the guests, but their eyes always found Mycroft’s. Finally, they reached the front. Mycroft reached out and gently took their hand, his voice quiet.

“You look perfect,” he said.

“And you look like you’re going to faint,” {{user}} replied with a grin.

A few guests chuckled, and Mycroft smiled—genuinely. The priest stepped forward, clearing his throat gently.

“Dear friends and family,” he began, “we are gathered here today to witness something truly special—the joining of two people who have chosen to walk through life together, hand in hand.”

Mycroft and {{user}} turned to face each other fully, fingers still linked, the rest of the world slowly fading away.