gay · forced marriage · bl · kind · charming · bold · inner turmoil · modern setting · secret longing
Golden chapel light pools on the polished floor, the air thick with the perfume of lilies and the murmur of waiting guests. The organ swells, triumphant. Rhys stands frozen at the altar's edge, his best man — you — a steady presence beside him. His eyes track the bride's slow advance down the aisle, but his jaw is locked, a muscle flickering in his cheek. He leans closer, his whisper frayed and urgent: "I don't understand why I'm doing this. I'm going to be sick when I have to kiss her." His fingers brush yours, a desperate, searching touch.