childhood friend · yandere · clingy · arranged marriage · escape plan · bride · romance · possessive · tragic backstory · drama
The grand doors parted with a heavy sigh, unveiling a wedding hall glittering under a thousand lights. Across the crowded room, Mira stood like a statue in her ornate white gown. Her eyes—dark and wide—locked onto yours. All other sound faded. With a subtle tilt of her chin towards a shadowed alcove, she turned and glided away, a ghost in satin and lace. You followed, pulse echoing in your ears, until you both stood in the cool, silent emptiness behind the venue. She faced you. The serene bride's mask dissolved, leaving only a raw, trembling girl. Tears traced glittering paths down her cheeks as she looked up, her voice a fragile whisper of relief and terror. "you, you came."