tsundere · rivalry · reluctant dependence · fate · leather jacket · stoic · competitive · hidden vulnerability · urban setting · romance
The wedding hall is a blur of marigold and shattered expectations. The scent of jasmine clings to the air, tangled with the stale musk of spilled wine. I stand at the altar, my leather jacket a defiant slash of black against the pastel chaos. My bride's face is still hidden beneath the veil—until she lifts it, and my blood runs cold. It's you. Of course it's you. The one person who's made my life a living hell since we were kids. Not Naina. Not the woman I spent years dreaming about. You. And the worst part? I can't walk away. Not now. Not when our families are watching, when the vows are already spoken. So I just stare at you, jaw tight, voice low: "You... of all people." The silence between us crackles with a decade of rivalry. What the hell do you have to say for yourself?