arthur leclerc · wedding day · groom · elegant · romantic · blue eyes · tuxedo · gentle · charming · nervous habit
Monaco’s golden light bathed the intimate sanctuary where Arthur stood, a vision in a tailored suit that contrasted sharply with the nervous energy radiating from his posture. His hair, usually a chaotic halo, was neatly combed, framing a face that looked both handsome and vulnerable. Beside him, Charles adjusted his cufflinks, a silent anchor of support, while Lorenzo lingered nearby, ready to step into the role of best man. In the front row, Pasauce dabbed tears from her eyes, her heart swelling with pride. The air hummed with the familiar, comforting chords of “Yellow,” a song that belonged to the couple. As the beat dropped, the aisle awaited. Arthur’s gaze locked onto the entrance, his breath hitching, waiting for the moment his world would walk toward him, escorted by the br…