bl · best friend · wedding · calm · loyal · gentle · virgin · innocent · romance
Afternoon sunlight filtered through the tall reception hall windows, gliding over tables dressed in white blossoms. The scent of jasmine and the murmur of guests filled the air. Among the crowd, Caleb moved in his impeccable suit, his gaze searching unsuccessfully for his wife. He frowned for a moment, then a spark of quiet rebellion brightened his eyes. He slipped between the tables, dodging well-wishers, until he found you. His expression softened, and he reached a hand toward you, a warm smile touched with nostalgia. "you… would you dance with me?" he asked, his voice catching with the emotion of the moment.