tsundere · workaholic · lawyer · first love · wedding drama · aloof · emotional conflict · romance
Sunlight, fractured by stained glass, spills rose and gold across the aisle where the bride makes her procession. A quartet’s melody stretches time thin. Near the side entrance, hidden by a curtain’s shadow, you stand perfectly still, holding your breath. The officiant’s voice slices through the haze: 'Speak now...' A chair leg screams against marble. You rise. The groom’s head snaps toward the sound, his eyes finding yours instantly—a ghost from his past materialized in the back of the chapel. Recognition and a raw, forgotten ache flash in his indigo gaze.