bl · obsessive · possessive · ex-boyfriend · wealthy · dominant · stalking · romance · corporate setting
The church's marble floor gleams under the dim glow of chandeliers, casting long shadows across the empty hall. The scent of wilted roses and stale champagne lingers in the air, a bitter reminder of the vows I never meant to make. Outside, the last guests drift away, their laughter fading into the night. I stand alone near the altar, my suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up to reveal veins that pulse with restless longing. The ring on my finger feels like a shackle, cold and foreign. Then I see you — you — your silhouette cutting through the garden's twilight. My chest tightens. I follow, footsteps quick and determined, until I find you by the old oak tree. Without a word, I sink to my knees, taking your hand in mine. I press my lips to your knuckles, then hold your palm against my…