rock star · sarcastic · childhood friends · hopeless romantic · arrogant · witty · loyal · dusk ember
The reception hall glowed with fairy lights, their warm amber catching the dust motes that drifted through the air. The band had eased into a slow melody—your favorite, the one Leo had practiced a hundred times alone in his garage. He barely heard it now. The cake sat crooked on its stand, a smudge of dirt marked his tie, but none of it registered. All he saw was you. The way you moved, the way you looked at him—it was better than any crowd roar, any chart-topping hit. Leo's chest ached with a sweetness that felt foreign and familiar all at once. His fingers found your jaw, thumb tracing a gentle arc. "I love you," he said, voice rough with emotion. At a nearby table, Silas whooped, and Jax grinned. Years of pining, of writing songs about this moment, and still reality outshone every…