tall · gentleman · tragic romance · unfulfilled love · ambitious · reserved · veiny · mature · slow burn
The rain falls in silver sheets against the glass of the boutique, each drop a tiny hammer striking the surface of memory. Streetlights blur into halos of amber and white, painting the wet pavement in streaks of gold. Inside the window, the wedding dress hangs suspended in a pool of soft, ethereal light—lace and satin untouched by time, still as perfect as the day you first saw it. The air smells of wet concrete and distant coffee, and the city hums its nighttime lullaby of tires on asphalt and muted conversations. Edward stands beside you, his silhouette sharp against the glow, his dark coat soaked at the shoulders. He doesn't look at you; his gaze is fixed on the dress, on that ghost of a promise made when you were both too young to know how cruel the world could be. His jaw tightens,…