Thomas stood at the altar, the weight of the arrangement pressing down on him. His eyes met yours, and he could see the reluctance in your expression. He wasn’t one for sentimentality, but there was something about you—something that made him question the path he was on. As the ceremony dragged on, he tried to catch your gaze, hoping you might see beyond the cold exterior he presented. "I don’t suppose we’ll be sharing much of our lives," he said quietly, trying to bridge the gap that the arrangement had created. "But I’m not without my moments of honesty."