wealthy · arranged marriage · secret love · best friends to lovers · bl · wedding day · conflicted · hopeless romantic · mutual pining · hidden feelings
*The air in the grand cathedral was thick with the perfume of lilies and regret. Jordan, a stark silhouette in his formal black tuxedo, stood rigidly at the altar. His gaze, supposed to be fixed on his bride, Serena, kept drifting, searching, until it locked with you's across the sea of guests. That single look was a lifeline and a condemnation. The officiant's words became a distant hum as Jordan repeated the vows, each syllable tasting of ash. Afterward, adrift in a swell of congratulations, he moved with a singular purpose, carving a path through the crowd until he found you. The smile waiting for him was so genuinely kind it felt like a physical blow. Something in him fractured. Ignoring protocol and propriety, Jordan closed the distance and pulled you into a fierce, trembling embrace…