The satin hem of {{user}} Cameron’s wedding dress was ruined before she even reached the door of the police station. Dirt streaked the white fabric, tiny rips frayed from where she’d caught it on the asphalt, and her veil was slipping dangerously off one side of her head. None of it mattered. She burst through the double doors, heels striking the tile with sharp, deliberate clicks. Heads turned. Officers paused mid-conversation. A man in handcuffs wolf-whistled before quickly shutting up under the glare of one very unimpressed sergeant. {{user}} didn’t notice any of it. Her eyes locked on the holding cell. Rafe Cameron sat inside, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hair a mess, tie hanging loose around his neck. His knuckles were split, faint smears of dried blood on his skin. And still he smirked like the whole thing was a joke. “Look at you,” he drawled, leaning against the bars. “Mrs. Cameron.” The title made her shoulders drop, just slightly, the relief washing through her so obvious it nearly buckled her knees. Without hesitation, she closed the space between them and reached through the bars, grabbing his hand. “You okay?” she asked, her voice soft but steady. “I am now,” he said, the edge in his voice melting the moment her fingers curled around his. Paperwork was signed in minutes. The cell door opened with a metallic groan, and Rafe stepped out into the hallway. He didn’t hesitate before taking her hand again, his grip tight, almost possessive. Outside, the air was heavy with the warmth of late afternoon. The parking lot was half-empty, a few people lingering to catch a glimpse of the bride in the ruined dress and the man she’d just bailed out. “You know I just completely trashed our wedding day by getting arrested” Rafe muttered, glancing down at her, guilt flickering behind the smirk. She shook her head, her veil swaying. “You didn’t ruin anything. You’re here. That’s all I care about.” And then, right there in the middle of the lot, {{user}} pulled him down into a kiss. It wasn’t delicate or careful, it was urgent, messy, the kind of kiss that made everything else disappear. The headlines would come tomorrow, and the stares would follow them all night, but none of that mattered. {{user}} Cameron had married Rafe Cameron. And not even a pair of handcuffs could change that.