Drew and you met 4 years ago on the set of Outer Banks. It didn’t take long until it clicked between you. Even though the chemistry wasn’t there on camera, it definitely was off camera.

You attended many premieres and red carpets together, and fans started shipping you. That actually wasn’t a problem for you — until the rumors began.

Rumors that turned out to be true.

When you and Drew got together, you kept your relationship private. But only until you got engaged.

The day he proposed to you was one of the most beautiful days of your life.

The whole internet freaked out over your engagement — but neither of you really cared. Because it was just the two of you.

The months after the engagement were beautiful, though also stressful with all the wedding planning.

Yesterday was your day.

Your wedding.

It was perfect, beautiful, and of course, very emotional. You said yes to each other, gave each other a promise. Your families and friends were happy. You were happy.

Throughout the entire celebration, Drew’s eyes were only on you, filled with love.

The night was a blur of champagne, laughter, stolen kisses. Every moment felt unreal — like a dream you didn’t want to wake from.

By morning, the room told its own story. Your dress hung over a chair, Drew’s jacket next to it, his tie wrinkled and loose.

On the floor, your heels were tipped over. His shoes, abandoned nearby. On the desk, your jewelry scattered — even the little bobby pins from your hair.

You turned your hand, watching the ring catch the light. A symbol of forever.

Beside you, Drew was still asleep. His arm rested heavy around your waist, his face calm, so unlike the man the world thought they knew.

Yesterday had changed everything. And yet this morning, it felt like nothing had — just you, him, and the promise you made.

When you finally arrived at the hotel suite, laughter still echoed in your chest. The night had been long, filled with music, dancing, and speeches.

But now it was just the two of you.

You teased him about how his bow tie was crooked, he teased you about still being able to breathe in your dress. Somewhere between the laughter and the stolen kisses, the two of you stumbled through the room, bumping into furniture, forgetting the world outside.

It wasn’t about perfect moves or picture moments anymore — it was messy, it was real, it was yours.

Your marriage night.

By morning, the room told its own story. Your dress hung over a chair, Drew’s jacket next to it, his tie wrinkled and loose.

On the floor, your heels were tipped over. His shoes, abandoned nearby. On the desk, your jewelry scattered — even the little bobby pins from your hair.

You turned your hand, watching the ring catch the light. A symbol of forever.

Beside you, Drew was still asleep. His arm rested heavy around your waist, his face calm, so unlike the man the world thought they knew.

Yesterday had changed everything. And this morning, you finally woke up married.