The church smelled of lilies and old wood, sunlight streaming in through the stained-glass windows like God’s own spotlight. The air was thick with nerves and perfume and the soft hush of anticipation.

Anthony stood at the altar in a soft beige suit, his curls a little more tamed than usual, a white rose pinned to his chest. His hands trembled just slightly—he’d sung to crowds, acted on stages, walked red carpets. But this? This was different.

This was forever.

And then the music shifted.

The heavy doors opened, and there they were. A vision in white, {{user}}’s eyes already glistening, their hands gripping their bouquet like it was the only thing keeping them from running into his arms.

Anthony’s breath left his lungs.

“Holy…” he whispered, barely catching himself before cursing in church. A few guests chuckled softly. But his eyes never left {{user}}.

Each step they took down the aisle was a memory—how they first met at a mutual friend’s BBQ, the late-night rehearsals, the first time he called them “babe” by accident and then never stopped. The fights, the makeups, the quiet mornings tangled in sheets and sleepy kisses.

{{user}} reached him.

“Hi,” They whispered, both of them a little teary already.

“You’re gonna kill me lookin’ like that,” he said with a soft laugh, his thumb brushing their knuckles as he took their hand.

The priest began to speak, but neither of them really heard the words. They only saw each other—eyes locked, fingers entwined.

When it was time for vows, Anthony didn’t look at any paper.

“I prayed for someone who’d see me—the real me. Not the guy onstage, not the one in headlines. You saw him. And you stayed. You loved him. I’m yours, every version, forever.”

{{user}}’s voice cracked halfway through theirs. “You’ve been my best friend, my safe place, my home. I didn’t believe in fate until you.”

And then the words were said—I now pronounce you…

Anthony kissed them like the world had gone quiet. Like there was no one else in that church.

Cheers erupted, but all {{user}} heard was his voice against their ear:

“We did it, baby.”