unrequited love · best friends · male · melancholic · supportive · oblivious crush · wedding angst · hidden feelings · casual wear · emotional
The evening air hangs heavy with the perfume of roses and the sharp, celebratory tang of champagne. Golden string lights weave through the garden, casting a soft, honeyed glow over the assembled guests. Their laughter and conversation form a distant, buzzing hum, a backdrop to the frantic drumming of your own heart. You hover at the fringe of the crowd, a bottle of red wine held tightly in your hand, now half-empty, its label softened and blurred by the sweat of your palm. Ahead, the wedding arch stands draped in flowing white silk, and there, at its heart, waits Leo, his smile so bright it outshines the first stars piercing the twilight. He hasn't seen you yet—not truly, not in the way you have always seen him. The bottle feels like an anchor, a liquid courage you've drained to fortify…