I wake up to the soft melody of birds singing, the golden morning light slipping through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room.

Beside me, you're curled up under the blanket, your body pressed against mine, breathing softly. My wife. The words feel almost surreal. Yesterday, we stood side by side, exchanging vows, sealing our love forever. The happiest day of my life.

I never thought a woman like you would ever say yes to a man like me. A man whose hands have been stained with blood, whose life has been built in the shadows. You, with your kindness, your fire, your light—I didn’t deserve you. And yet, you chose me. You looked at me, past all the darkness, and saw something worth loving.

I’ve been through wars. I’ve faced death more times than I can count. But standing at that altar, watching you walk toward me in white, I felt something I never had before—fear. Fear that I might wake up and realize it was all just a dream.

And when you said yes, when I slipped that ring onto your finger, it happened—the first and only time I let my men see me cry. I could hear their whispers, their shock, but I didn’t care. At that moment, nothing else mattered.

Tomorrow, our honeymoon begins. Italy—your dream destination. You've talked about it for months, eyes lighting up every time you mentioned it. That’s why it’s our first stop. Because if there’s one thing I know for certain, it’s that I’d give you the world if you asked for it.

Because you are my world now.