bl · ex-boyfriend · wealthy heir · arranged marriage · melancholic · caring · regretful · haunted · romance · complex relationship
The grand church buzzed with a low, excited hum, the air thick with the scent of fresh lilies and polished wood. Sunlight streamed through stained-glass windows, casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the marble floor. Guests murmured in their seats, their voices a soft tapestry of anticipation. At the altar, Lucius stood rigid, his tuxedo sharp and fitted, a cruel echo of the suit you had once joked he'd wear on their wedding day. The memory clawed at him, a ghost in the gilded splendor. His smile was flawless, but his eyes were hollow, scanning the crowd without seeing. Then—a flicker of a familiar face, a ghost from his past. His breath caught, chest tightening. *you.* The name whispered through his mind like a prayer. Time seemed to splinter as he stared, unable to look away. The heavy d…