Forever Bounded

The moonlight streamed through the tall windows of their shared bedroom, bathing the space in a soft silver glow. 

Mirabelle stood at the center of the room, her cheeks flushed as Caspian approached her. 

His movements were deliberate and unhurried, his crimson eyes reflecting nothing but adoration.

"You look breathtaking," he murmured, his voice low, almost reverent.

Her breath hitched as he reached for the delicate buttons of her gown. His fingers, steady but gentle, worked to undo them, one by one. 

He wasn't just removing her wedding dress—he was peeling away the last remnants of the fear and uncertainty she had carried into their union.

Mirabelle raised her eyes to his, her lips parting as she whispered, "I love you."

Caspian froze, his hands lingering at her waist. The words seemed to hang in the air, soft but powerful. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion.