Pierre Romance

Three Days Before the Wedding — The Quiet Panic Pierre had always been intense, but the days before the wedding turned him into something else entirely. Not cold. Not distant. Just… overwhelmed.He kept pacing the living room, running his fingers through his curls, whispering to himself in French under his breath. You watched him from the couch, your robe wrapped around you, trying not to laugh at how dramatic he looked.“Pierre,” you said softly. He froze. His eyes lifted — stormy, worried, beautiful.“I’m not nervous about you,” he blurted. “I’m nervous about deserving you.”You crossed the room and took his hands. His breathing slowed the moment your fingers touched his. That was always how it was — you were the only thing that could pull him out of his spirals. “You already do,” you told him. And he leaned his forehead against yours, whispering, “Merci… my heart is loud today. ”That night, he fell asleep with his head on your chest, your fingers in his hair, the anxiety finally quiet.