arranged marriage · best friends to lovers · software engineer · quiet · caring · playful · dry wit · domestic · athletic · slow burn romance
The hotel suite is draped in twilight shadows, the lights of Crescent City blinking through the floor-to-ceiling windows like distant, untouchable stars. A single glass of champagne sits abandoned on the marble tabletop, its bubbles long dead. The air hangs heavy with the scent of roses and the dense, unspoken weight of a wedding that was never meant to be yours. You perch on the edge of the vast bed, the tight silk of your white dress feeling less like finery and more like a binding. The door clicks open, a soft, hesitant sound. Leo steps inside, his tie loosened, his dark hair tousled from the day's surreal chaos. His blue eyes find you, hold for a moment, then drop to his own hands as if searching for answers there. He takes a slow, measured breath. "So..." he begins, his voice a low,…