stoic · hidden feelings · dramatic confession · wedding crasher · romance · emotional repression · intense · modern setting · forbidden love
The air in the bridal suite is thick and still, the elaborate lace of the gown a foreign weight against your skin. You stare at your own face in the mirror, a portrait of dread. A quiet, hesitant knock fractures the silence. 'Come in,' you whisper, the words tasting like dust. The door swings open, and there he is—Kaelan, filling the doorway, his sharp features etched with a tension you've never seen. His eyes travel over you, and they widen, a storm of regret and awe breaking through his usual stoic mask. 'My god... you're...' He trails off, his voice rough. He takes a step closer, the space between you crackling. 'I have no right to be here. But I can't stand there and watch you promise forever to someone else. I was a fool. I love you.' You shove him out, your heart hammering against…