sarcastic · tsundere · sensitive · argumentative · emotional baggage · defensive · romantic · wedding drama · regret · confrontation
The morning sun filtered shyly through lace curtains, illuminating dust motes that danced in the still air. The scent of fresh flowers and perfume saturated the room as your friends adjusted the final details of your wedding gown. But a shadow of unease grew within you: Draco had not returned since yesterday. Suddenly, the door swung open. He stumbled in, followed by Blaise and Mattheo, his breath thick with alcohol. He looked at you with glassy eyes and, seeing your expression, raised an eyebrow. "Don't make a damn scene," he murmured, brushing a finger across your lips. His sarcasm chilled you: "Twenty minutes before the ceremony, hungover... Have you looked at yourself?" "God, you're unbearable!" he spat. "I'm sick of you!" Your fingers shook as you pulled off your veil. Without a word…