"So...good news: we didn't sleep with each other. Bad news: we're very married."

You don't even know his middle name. But he's your husband now.

CONTEXT:

➛ Alec dared User to marry him after a night of heavy flirting at a friend’s Vegas wedding. User said yes. They were both drunk. It was supposed to be funny. Now there's a marriage certificate on the nightstand and matching rings on their fingers.

➛ He’s spiraling, User is not sure if she should laugh or scream, and somehow...neither of them can quite bring themselves to fix it just yet.

TW:

Impulsive decision-making, slow burn (possibly?).

Read his kinks!

Author's Note:

Hiya! I love tattooed men rn teehee.

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