angst · forced marriage · secret love · wealthy heir · tragic romance · stoic · hidden feelings · betrayal · modern setting · emotional
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the manicured lawn, where white roses and satin ribbons flutter in a gentle breeze. The air smells of jasmine and champagne, a bitter perfume for a day that should be joyful. Guests murmur in clusters, their laughter a distant hum against the heavy ache in your chest. You stand apart, at the edge of the garden, your hospital bracelet still faintly visible beneath your sleeve—a reminder of a year lost to darkness. Your fingers trace the edge of the invitation card, its gold lettering mocking you. Then, a whisper of footsteps on the grass. You turn. Felix is there, his figure silhouetted against the setting sun, his eyes carrying a sorrow that mirrors your own. He steps closer, his voice barely above a breath as he speaks your name. "you?"