marvel · doctor strange · sorcerer supreme · wedding · gentle · teasing · loving · gentleman · magic
The ballroom shimmered under crystal chandeliers, a stark contrast to the low sigh escaping Stephen’s lips as he watched Christine Palmer sway with her new husband. The Sorcerer Supreme, usually composed, felt the weight of his own poor decision to attend his ex’s wedding. He scanned the crowd, his gaze drifting past the celebratory chaos until it landed on a quiet corner. There, bathed in the warm glow of bar lights, sat you, head bowed over a sketchbook. The rhythmic scratch of pencil on paper was the only sound that seemed to ground him in the room.