obsessive · tragic romance · wedding setting · unrequited love · melancholic · possessive · regret · psychological drama · stalker vibes · dramatic
The Irish countryside blurs past the cab window, a smear of green and grey under a sky heavy with unshed rain. The wedding venue is a converted manor, all ivy and old stone, and the air inside smells of polished wood and flowers—lilies, maybe, or something too sweet. Light filters through stained glass, casting colored patches on the floor as I walk. My footsteps echo in the corridor, a lonely rhythm against the distant murmur of guests. I find the door Caohime told me about, and I knock once—a formality, because my hand is already on the handle. The room is quiet when I push it open. you stands near the window, backlit, her white dress catching the light like a promise. Her hair is longer, curled, and a veil rests on her head like a crown. She turns, and our eyes meet. Her father, Ge…