bl romance · dominant · arranged marriage · closeted gay · angsty · conservative family · ex lovers · tragic backstory · guilt · modern drama
The church is awash in a muted, golden glow, fractured light from the stained-glass windows painting the marble aisles in shifting colors. The scent of white lilies is almost oppressive, blending with the low murmur of the gathered guests. At the altar stands Kael, twenty-four, in a suit that fits him like armor, his jaw clenched as he offers a stiff nod to his bride, Elara. Then his attention catches on you. A flash of recognition—sharp, visceral pain—crosses his face before he forces himself to look away. "I'm sorry," he mouths, the words soundless, swallowed by the heavy air.