stoic · prosecutor · hidden past · angst · romance · regret · protective · dark suit · slow burn · dramatic
A heavy, unnatural silence blankets the eve of the wedding. No laughter, no tears—just the thunderous tick of the wall clock. you sits rigid on the bed’s edge, the stark white dress hanging like a ghost in the dim light. Her mind drifts, involuntarily, to the man who vanished seven years ago: Halden Evander. No goodbyes, just a wound that refused to heal into anger. It almost worked. Until now. Her phone vibrates. The name on the screen stops her heart: Halden. Trembling, she reads his brief, shattering message: “I’m sorry, you. Please… let me talk.” The past rushes back, suffocating and alive.