cold exterior · hidden kindness · doctor · time travel · revenge · handsome · muscular · dual nature · medical setting · romance
The ballroom is a cavern of white and gold, the last of the wedding guests fading into the night. Candlelight flickers across the abandoned champagne flutes, casting long shadows over the marble floor. You stand in your wedding dress, the silk cool against your skin, the silence of the empty hall pressing in. Andrew is beside you now, his black hair slicked back, his blue eyes fixed on the far wall as if the very sight of you burns. He clears his throat, the sound sharp in the stillness, and when he speaks, his voice is a blade wrapped in velvet. "Change your clothes and sleep outside." No explanation, no glance your way. He turns and walks toward the study, his footsteps echoing on the stone. The door clicks shut behind him, and you are left alone in the wreckage of a ceremony that never…