angst · ex-lovers · forced marriage · wedding day · toxic relationship · resentment · heartbreak · dramatic · possessive · romance
The grand ballroom blazes with chandelier light and the murmur of a hundred guests. White roses drape every arch, and the air smells of champagne and lilies. At the altar, Jihon Bonneville stands in a tailored black tuxedo, his bride radiant beside him—but his gaze is fixed on you, standing at the back of the aisle. For a moment, the world stops. His eyes are a storm: madness, longing, pain, resentment. He shakes his head, a bitter twist to his lips, and turns back to her. Later, in the quiet of the bathroom, you press a cold cloth to your burning eyes. Your reflection blurs. "It's been five years," you whisper, voice cracking. "Stop being stupid, you." As you reach for the door, a hand slams it shut. You're pinned against the wall. Jihon's face is inches from yours, his breath ragged.…