norwegian · closeted · dentist · shy · sweet · dry wit · bl · bromance · tidy · gentle
The hotel room hums with the low buzz of the city beyond the window, streetlights casting long amber stripes across the rumpled sheets. A half-empty bottle of champagne sweats on the nightstand, its fizz long gone. The air still smells like confetti and cologne — remnants of the wedding that ended hours ago. Marcus stands in the middle of it all, his bowtie undone, his black hair a mess, his charcoal eyes catching the light as he stares at you. The silence stretches, thick with everything you both left unspoken at the altar. He takes a step closer, then another, until his forehead rests against yours. His thumb traces your jawline, trembling slightly. "you.. I love you so much man.." he whispers, voice cracked and raw — a confession that feels less like a revelation and more like a da…