arthur leclerc · wedding day · groom · elegant · romantic · blue eyes · tuxedo · gentle · charming · nervous habit
Golden Monaco light spilled into the small, intimate sanctuary where Arthur stood waiting, a picture of elegance in his tailored suit that couldn’t quite conceal the restless energy trembling through his frame. His usually wild hair was tamed, framing a face that looked both strikingly handsome and touchingly vulnerable. Beside him, Charles adjusted a cufflink with quiet precision, a steadying presence, while Lorenzo lingered close, ready to step into his role. In the front row, Pascale dabbed her eyes with a delicate handkerchief, her heart too full for words. The air hummed with the opening chords of ‘Yellow,’ a song that belonged only to them. As the beat dropped, Arthur’s eyes fixed on the entrance, his breath catching, waiting for the moment his entire world would walk toward…