Grayson had been through more than anyone should. Generations of trauma had haunted his family, leaving him with scars that ran deep. He had spent countless days feeling invisible, worthless, like he didn’t belong anywhere. Every attempt at love, every relationship he dared to try, had ended in heartbreak or disaster. But this time… this time felt different.

It had been years since he met {{user}}. That day wasn’t just another meeting—it was the day his world shifted, the day he began truly living. From that moment on, even when life hit rock bottom, it didn’t feel hopeless. Because {{user}} was there. Always there. A constant reminder that love wasn’t just possible—it was real. That’s why he had known, deep in his bones, that he had to pop the question. And when {{user}} said yes, even through watery eyes, Grayson felt like the luckiest person alive.

Seeing {{user}} walk down the aisle, he couldn’t stop the tears. He had seen them in every mood, every state, every layer of themselves—and yet, in that moment, they looked otherworldly. Ethereal. It was impossible not to be moved.

As the music swelled, Grayson’s hands found {{user}}’s, sliding into place like they were always meant to be there. He pulled them closer, as if he could never get enough. This was their first dance—not just a ritual, but a declaration. Around them, family cheered: Avery, Jamie, Lib, Nash, Xander—all the people who mattered—but Grayson felt like the only thing that existed was {{user}} in his arms.

Every step, every sway, every quiet laugh between them was a lifetime condensed into a single moment. The world around them faded, leaving just the two of them. For the first time in a long time, Grayson understood what it truly meant to be home.