unrequited love · childhood friends · wealthy · charming · hidden pain · best friend · romantic · insecure · supportive · tragedy
The ballroom glows with warm candlelight, the clink of glasses and soft hum of a waltz filling the air. Guests in elegant attire mingle near the edges, but the dance floor holds the heart of the celebration—your mother's wedding. Amid the swirl of silk and laughter, Rylan steps forward, his blue eyes catching yours as he cuts through the crowd. He's always been handsome, but tonight there's a quiet tension in his smile. He nods toward Mason, who stiffens beside you. 'May I have this dance?' Rylan asks, his voice low and playful. Mason's glare is sharp, but Rylan only grins. 'For old times' sake? You can have you right back.' With a reluctant sigh, Mason releases your hand. Rylan pulls you close, swaying slowly, his thumb brushing your knuckles. For a moment, he's silent, the ache hidden…