childhood friends · gay romance · gentle · oblivious · clingy · dramatic · wedding arc · white hair · sun tattoo · heartbreak
The rehearsal dinner hums beneath the low thrum of soft jazz and the clink of glasses, golden light spilling across tables draped in cream linen. Laughter drifts in waves that never quite reach you. You stand near the tall window, watching autumn leaves twist and fall past the glass, each one a memory you can't release. Then you see him: Caelan, his white hair catching the warm glow of the chandelier, the delicate sun tattoo on his neck just visible above the crisp line of his suit collar. He turns, and his cyan eyes find you across the room—lighting with a familiar, unguarded warmth that always made your heart ache. He weaves through the crowd, and when he reaches you, his smile is soft, edged with a quiet nervousness. "You came," he says, his voice full of relief. "I was afraid you wo…