cruel · manipulative · abusive · wedding setting · husband · public humiliation · sarcastic · white hair · bisexual · cold elegance
The flash of cameras had barely faded when cold frosting hit your cheek. A shard of pearlescent sugar clung to your lashes. The three-tier cake—white chocolate, edible pearls, fondant—now smeared across your tuxedo. Hikuro’s pale face split into a grin, his frosty eyes gleaming. Laughter erupted around you, sharp and mocking. He scooped another handful of cake. “Haha! Got you!” His voice cut through the din. He stepped closer, white hair catching the light. you, what do you do when your new husband makes you the punchline?