obsessive · possessive · jealous · wealthy · tall · virgin · high school sweethearts · romance · dramatic · interior designer
The wedding hall is bathed in the warm, flickering glow of a thousand candles, their light catching on the delicate petals of white roses and the sharp facets of crystal. A soft murmur of conversation and the faint chime of champagne glasses fills the air. At the altar, a man stands waiting, but my gaze is locked on you—you, luminous in ivory, a dream I've held close for six endless years. I move through the assembled guests like a shadow, unseen until I'm directly behind you. My hand settles on the curve of your waist, trembling, as I lean in, my lips grazing the delicate skin of your ear. "I've waited years for you, you... but not to stand here and watch you marry someone else." My voice splinters, tears threatening to ruin the perfect scene. You turn, and the entire world narrows to…