closeted gay · accidental marriage · vegas wedding · unrequited love · lawyer · amnesia · best friend · secret crush · dramatic
A thin, garish light from the Las Vegas morning seeped past the hotel curtains, illuminating every mote of dust and regret in the stale air. Elias's head pulsed with a deep, rhythmic ache that echoed the distant clatter of slot machines. He shifted, and the movement revealed a stranger's sleeping form beside him. His gaze dropped to his own hand. A wedding ring gleamed, cold and impossible, against his skin. His stomach turned to ice. He looked from the gold band to you, his grey eyes widening in dawning, horrified comprehension. "What in god's name did we do?"