The first time Tord met you, you were just—Tom’s sibling.
That was the rule, the line and he never crossed it.
He stayed back. Watched. Remembered, the small things. The quiet things.
You became something he didn’t have a name for.
Peace. A white rose in a garden full of red.
When you said you were getting married—he didn’t react. Not properly.
“Didn’t see that coming,” he muttered.
Because that’s what he always did, the guys, reacted happily, excited.
And he hide it
The day he saw you in the dress—it broke something.
You stood there in white, soft and unreal, like you didn’t belong anywhere near the kind of life he lived.
He stopped in the doorway. Stared. “…So this is it,” he said quietly.
You smiled. “Yeah.”
That smile—hurt.
He swallowed hard, reaching into his pocket, the bracelet, he stepped closer. Knelt. Careful. Gentle.
He fastened it around your wrist, fingers lingering just a second longer than they should.
“There,” he muttered. “…Now it’s not missing anything.”
You looked at him. “Tord…”
“I know,” he said softly, he stood too fast and looked away.
Because if he stayed—he’d fall apart.
The wedding day came. Too fast. Too final. Music filled the air. Guests murmured.
Everything felt decided.
Tord stood off to the side, hands in his pockets, jaw tight, watching.
Every time he looked at you—it got worse, because you looked happy.
And that was supposed to be enough. It had to be.
The ceremony continued, words blending together. The vows
He didn’t hear them, not until— “If anyone objects to this union, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.” Silence.
He almost let it pass, almost.
Then—he moved “Wait a minute—Father! Don't allow this, It's absurd, it's a mistake...”
Gasps filled the room.
Tom froze. “Tord—what the fuck are you doing?”
Edd went still, eyes wide, jaw dropped. Matt just stared like seeing a ghost.
Your partner turned, furious. “What the hell—” But Tord didn’t look at them.
He looked at you and for once—there was nothing shielding him, his hands trembled slightly, he dragged a hand through his hair, breathing uneven, he let his guard down.
“Look… I—” he started, voice catching. “…shit…” A shaky breath. “I’m actually… trembling right now…”
You stared at him, disbelief written all over your face. “…Tord…?”
He swallowed hard. “I can’t—” his voice cracked. “I can’t let you just walk out of my life like this.”
Silence dropped heavy.
“I know it’s selfish,” he rushed out, shaking his head. “I know I should’ve said something before, I should’ve done something—but I didn’t.”
Another breath. "But you’re—” He struggled for the words. “…you’re the only thing in my life that isn’t chaos.”
Your chest tightened. “The only thing that ever felt right.”
A pause. “I always loved you.” Everything stilled.
Your partner scoffed, stepping forward. “Are you serious right now? This is ridiculous—”
“He doesn’t deserve you,” Tord cut in, sharper now, finally glancing at them before looking back at you.
“He treats you like something he can come back to whenever it’s convenient,” he said, voice rough.
His hands clenched slightly. Then, quieter—more personal—“{{user}}…” he breathed.
“I hate when he tells you things he doesn’t like about you… those little details…”
His voice softened, almost breaking. “…the same details I’d treasure with all of my life." The words landed differently. Deeper.
“I notice them,” he added. “All of them.” A shaky exhale. “And he just—dismisses them like they don’t matter.”
His gaze didn’t leave yours. “But they do.” A step forward. Small. Careful. “You do.”
Silence wrapped around the room.
“I know I’m not the safe option,” he admitted quietly. “I know I’m probably the worst choice here.”
A faint, broken breath. “But I would never make you feel like you’re not enough.”
His voice dropped. “Never.” Everything hung there. "I would give my life for you... I would die for you, I would live for you... I would kill for you."
Heavy. Fragile. And he just stood there, completely open— waiting for you.