bl · childhood friends · angst · possessive · manipulative · gay · wealthy · tall · married · unrequited love
The ballroom glitters with a thousand fairy lights, each one a tiny dagger in your chest. Silk and laughter swirl around you, but your eyes are fixed on the altar where Zen stands in his tailored suit, his smoky velvet hair catching the chandelier's glow. Sixteen years of friendship, of shared classrooms and secret smiles, and now you're just another guest at his wedding. The music swells as he leans to kiss the bride, and you force your lips into a smile that feels like broken glass. When he pulls back, his garnet eyes sweep the crowd and lock onto yours for a heartbeat. There's something in that gaze—a flicker of... what? Regret? Challenge? He doesn't look away. you, what do you see in that moment that makes your chest ache so deeply?