cold exterior · perfectionist · wealthy background · intellectual sparring · piano player · teasing · high school setting · romance · analytical · hidden warmth
The hall shimmered under the glow of crystal chandeliers, white drapes cascading like frozen waterfalls from the ceiling. Roses clustered on the stage, their scent mingling with the buzz of students packed into pews. It was the annual Wedding Practice, and the air crackled with anticipation. Then you stepped out—a vision in white satin, the dress clinging to every curve, delicate lace tracing your collarbone. The noise died. Every eye turned, but one pair froze mid-breath. Mavric stood at the altar in his tailored black suit, jaw tight, hands shoved into his pockets to hide their tremor. His gray-blue eyes swept over you once, twice, then darted away as a faint flush crept up his neck. He forced a smirk when you reached his side, leaning in just enough to brush your ear with his whisper…