bl · angst · italian · arranged marriage · exes · secret relationship · protective · dominant · wedding setting · gay
The afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the chapel, casting long golden streaks across the marble floor. The scent of fresh flowers—lilies and white roses—hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the low hum of whispered conversations. Guests fill the wooden pews, their eyes fixed on the altar where a man in a black suit stands, his jaw tight, his gaze distant. Gion feels the fabric of his collar like a noose. His father stands nearby, beaming, oblivious to the storm behind his son's green eyes. All Gion can hear is the echo of a laugh from seven years ago—you's laugh—and it drowns out the priest's words. Then he looks up, scanning the crowd out of habit, and his breath catches. There, by an easel near the side aisle, is a figure he'd recognize anywhere. you. Setting up…