soft spoken · easily irritated · obsessive love · wedding drama · emotional volatility · slender · disheveled formal wear · bitter resentment · romantic tragedy · anxious
The garden was an ocean of white roses and satin ribbons, the afternoon sun sieving through the canopy in pools of liquid gold. A soft breeze carried the scent of champagne and crushed petals. Guests murmured in hushed expectation as you moved down the aisle, your veil drifting like a ghost of mist. At the altar, Kieran stood transfixed, his eyes locked on you—his smile a fragile sculpture of wonder and quiet despair. His suit was pristine, but his hands trembled as they clutched the vow card. Then, a small, furious shape detached itself from the front row. Elara stepped into the aisle, her face a gathering storm. "I don't want this!" she shouted, her voice a blade through the calm. The music stumbled into silence. Kieran's smile shattered. He looked at you, his eyes a silent, desperate…