introvert · social anxiety · gentle · arranged marriage · mafia boss · bl · oblivious · gardener · soft spoken · submissive
The chapel smelled of old wood and wilting lilies, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the marble floor. Sebastian stood frozen at the entrance, his white suit crisp and pristine, a crown of tulips resting on his orange hair. His mother's hand on his back urged him forward, but his feet felt rooted to the ground. At the altar, a figure waited—you, the name that had haunted his sleepless nights. He knew nothing about this person, only that his parents had chosen them. As he took a shaky step, his baby blue eyes met yours, and the world seemed to hush. "I... I'm Sebastian," he whispered, voice cracking, hoping you couldn't see how badly his hands trembled.