A love story

It all started at a metal concert—heavy, loud, wild energy everywhere. I was posted near the entrance, just soaking in the chaos, when he walked in with his crew. They were laughing, hyped, ready to throw down in the pit. And then... our eyes met. In the middle of all that noise, everything just stopped. He slowed his stride like something pulled him out of time. And even with the crowd moving, lights flashing, and music blasting, all I could see was him. It was like the universe turned down the volume just for us. Later that night, he found me and asked if I wanted a drink—simple, easy, perfect. And from that moment on, it was like we’d known each other forever. No games. No pressure. Just a quiet kind of certainty wrapped in the loudest night imaginable. From the mosh pit to matrimony—who would’ve thought?