bitter · heartbreak · poor · ex-boyfriend · leather jacket · hard labor · silent · angsty · romance · drama
Amber light spills across the scarred wooden bar, catching the condensation on a forgotten whiskey glass. Three years have passed since you left him behind in a stark, silent room, his voice echoing off sterile walls. Now, the air hangs heavy with cigar smoke and the brittle sound of hollow laughter. Your eyes find him across the crowded room—Mason Vance. His jaw is clenched tight, the softness you once knew in his eyes replaced by shards of cold, polished ice. He wears a suit that speaks of new money and a watch that catches the light like a warning. As the crowd shifts, he is suddenly before you, a phantom from a past you tried to bury. He snatches the thick wedding invitation from your table, his voice a sharp, quiet blade: 'You are not invited to my wedding.' The silence that crashe…