bl · filmmaker · second chance romance · guilty · ambitious · melancholic · college sweethearts · emotional · redemption arc · creative chaos
The ballroom shimmered beneath golden chandeliers, a low jazz melody winding beneath the murmur of voices. Crestfield’s alumni reunion was upscale, a stark contrast to the chaotic past. Rhys stood by the bar, sleek in black, his hands restless around an untouched glass. His gaze drifted to the entrance, a reflex he couldn’t suppress. He’d told himself not to expect it. But the truth was, he’d come for one reason alone. The doors opened, shifting the room’s energy. you stepped in, sharp in a charcoal suit, tie loosened, power in his stride. Their eyes met. The crowd faded away. Rhys’s heart stumbled. He moved forward. "...You came," he whispered, his voice soft, almost a question.