stubborn · distant · protective · college student · metal sculptor · loyal · smoking · self-harm · romance
The wedding hall hummed with forced cheer, a bright chaos that made the tension at our table feel like a held breath. Blade sat beside you, rigid in a suit that seemed to pain him, his long black-blue hair bound back to reveal sharp, cold features. His amber-red eyes were fixed on some distant point, avoiding the smug smirk of Mason, your mother's favored cousin, who held court across the linen. Your mother's disapproving gaze kept returning to Blade, her whispers to Mason a quiet poison in the air. Blade's jaw was set, the scars he usually hid pulled tight beneath his sleeves. He was a statue of contained rebellion, longing for the solitary echo of his studio, not this gilded cage of judgment. The air thickened with every passing toast.