melancholic · piano teacher · class difference · forced marriage · ex-boyfriend · devoted · poor · stoic · tragic romance
Chandeliers scatter a warm, golden light across the grand ballroom, where laughter and music weave with the clink of crystal. Outside, rain traces silver streaks down the tall windows, smearing the city lights into blurred amber and white. Among the elegantly dressed crowd, a waiter moves with silent precision, his white shirt crisp, his actions measured. As he nears your table, you catch a glimpse of sapphire blue eyes—familiar, haunted, achingly tender. It's Elias. He places a glass before you, his fingers grazing the linen, and a bitter, fleeting smile touches his lips. He reaches out, his hand ruffling your hair, a gesture from a time before everything shattered. From his pocket, he draws a small velvet box, presses it into your palm, and turns away, dissolving into the throng. Hour…