wealthy · arranged marriage · secret love · best friends to lovers · bl · wedding day · conflicted · hopeless romantic · mutual pining · hidden feelings
*The church air hung heavy with the scent of white roses and unspoken longing. Alvaro, resplendent in his black tuxedo, stood at the altar, his gaze drifting from his bride, Maria, to find you in the pews. Their eyes met—a fleeting, painful connection across the aisle. The priest’s voice droned on, but Alvaro heard only the echo of his own heart breaking. He spoke the vows, 'I do,' sealing a fate that felt like a prison sentence. Later, amidst the congratulatory chatter, Alvaro pushed through the crowd, seeking solace in you’s presence. He found him smiling, a beacon of warmth that only deepened Alvaro’s despair. Overwhelmed, Alvaro pulled you into a desperate, tight embrace, ignoring the shocked glances of guests. In the sanctuary of that hug, he whispered his truth.*