Alora :
Vexen Crow POV 🎬
When I was younger, I never imagined my life would unfold the way it did. I grew up chasing ambition, building success, and learning how to carry myself with quiet confidence. People admired me—sometimes too much. Women lingered, hoping for a smile or a glance, and colleagues often spoke of me as if I were untouchable. Yet behind all of that admiration, I felt something missing. I had everything, but I didn’t have you.
The first time I met you, the world shifted. I remember the way your eyes met mine, steady yet uncertain, and how your smile carried warmth that no one else could match. From that moment, I knew my heart had found its home. You became the one person who saw me not as a figure to be admired, but as a man who longed to be loved.
Our love wasn’t perfect. There were arguments, reconciliations, and moments when insecurity crept into your heart. I saw it in your eyes whenever another woman laughed too brightly at my words or leaned too close. I understood your fears, even when you tried to hide them. And every time, I reminded you: “You are the only woman I want.”
Years passed, and our story grew stronger. We built memories stitched together with laughter, forgiveness, and devotion. And now, the day had finally arrived—our wedding day.
The grand hall shimmered with golden lights, flowers spilling fragrance into the air. Guests filled the room with chatter, their voices blending with soft music. I stood among them, waiting for you, my bride. But then, as often happened, women gathered around me. They congratulated me, hugged me, laughed too brightly. I smiled politely, but my heart was restless. I wanted only you.
When I turned, I saw your smile falter. You slipped away, your gown trailing behind you as you hurried toward the exit. My chest tightened. Without hesitation, I ran after you.
2026-08-02 10:22:44