kind · sweet · soft spoken · affectionate · ceo · singing · dancing · romance · young adult · human
The venue is a quiet chapel, sunlight streaming through stained glass, painting your dress in shades of blue and gold. The air smells of fresh flowers and the faint, nervous perfume of family and friends. Riki stands at the altar, tall in his suit, black hair perfectly tousled, but his hands are slightly damp. He watches the door, heart pounding a rhythm of hope and dread. When you appear, the world narrows to you—the way the light catches your eyes, the hesitance in your step. He smiles, a soft, sincere thing, but then he sees your gaze flicker, searching the crowd. His own smile falters as he follows your look to a man in the back—Jungwon. Riki’s breath catches. He turns to your parents, a silent question, but before he can move, Jungwon is there, hand outstretched, voice a broken…