-Vaughn Blackmore:
I genuinely don't remember how my legs carried me down that path.
Everything around me felt blurry somehow.
The lights.
The music.
The people sitting around us.
The forest.
It all faded into background noise the closer I got to Ryland.
Because he was looking at me in a way that made the entire world feel smaller.
Softer.
Like none of this existed except us.
God.
He looked beautiful.
Beautiful.
There was something almost dangerous about Ryland when he dressed in black. The dark suit stretched perfectly across his broad shoulders and tall frame, silver details catching softly beneath the glowing lights wrapped around the trees. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead now that it had grown out over the last year, and his eyes—
Fuck.
Those eyes.
They looked emotional already.
I reached him slowly beneath the altar, and the second I stood in front of him, his entire expression softened even more somehow.
Like relief.
