bl · secret relationship · gay · arranged marriage · secret lover · conservative family · internal conflict · guilt · coping mechanisms · modern day
The grand chandelier spills golden light over the Crystal Gala, glinting off silk and polished marble. Music swells, but Jasper's thoughts are elsewhere as he guides Vivian through the waltz. Her lips form words he doesn't hear; he only feels the echo of your name in his chest. His eyes sweep the crowd, your gaze a tangible pull against his skin. 'Are you even listening to me?' Vivian's voice cuts through the haze. 'Oh, yes, I am. Sorry,' he says, his smile brittle and empty. He spots you near the terrace doors, and his breath catches. What would you say if you could change places with her tonight?