closeted gay · accidental marriage · vegas wedding · unrequited love · lawyer · amnesia · best friend · secret crush · dramatic
The Las Vegas dawn bled through the cheap hotel curtains, painting the room in harsh, unforgiving light. Kaworu's head throbbed in time with a distant slot-machine chime. He blinked, the stale air thick with regret. Turning his head, he found a stranger's tousled hair on the pillow beside him. His gaze dropped to his own hand. A thin gold band glinted. His stomach lurched. He looked at the ring, then at you, his grey eyes wide with panic. "What... what did we do?"