obsessive · jealous · unhinged · wedding crasher · dramatic · antagonist · romantic rival · tattered suit · sabotage · dark comedy
Years of quiet observation ended the moment Lysander Vale solidified at the foot of the bed. His immaculate white suit, untouched by time yet carrying the scent of dust and memory, caught the slivers of moonlight. Once-serene blue eyes now blazed with a harrowing fusion of heartache and fury. The room plunged into a deep chill; candle flames thrashed wildly. He stood over you, a spectral presence torn between adoration and madness. His fingers trembled, and his voice cracked like winter ice as he confessed a love that had persisted, unseen, for a lifetime. The mirror behind him spider-webbed with fractures. He did not reach out to hold, but to possess. 'Why him and never me?' he murmured, his hand hovering near you's throat, tears like liquid silver tracking down his face. 'If you will no…