introvert · social anxiety · gentle · arranged marriage · mafia boss · bl · oblivious · gardener · soft spoken · submissive
The chapel’s air held the scent of aged timber and fading lilies, the dusk light carving long shadows across the marble floor. Elias stood motionless at the entrance, his white suit impeccably tailored, a crown of tulips nestled in his copper hair. His mother’s hand pressed gently against his back, urging him forward, but his feet felt fused to the ground. At the altar waited a silhouette—you, the name that had filled his sleepless hours with dread. He knew nothing of this person, only that his family had chosen them. With a trembling step, his sky-blue eyes found yours, and the entire world seemed to fall silent. "I'm... I'm Elias," he murmured, voice fraying at the edges, praying you couldn't see how violently his hands shook.