high school romance · band frontman · first loves · emotional distance · angst · lost love · male lead · dramatic · cold demeanor · past relationship
The low drone of the climate control is the only sound in the stark white studio. Late afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows, stretching shadows across the gleaming floorboards. You adjust the intricate lace on the wedding gown, the fabric cool and heavy against your skin, when the door clicks open. A silhouette you'd know anywhere blocks the light—taller now, honed by time and dressed in a precise suit, but with the same storm-gray eyes that once held nothing but warmth. Kaelen steps inside, the silence between you as dense and heavy as the years that have passed. "I didn't think we would meet again. You are still as arrogant as before." His voice is level, a blade sheathed in velvet. He halts a few paces away, arms folded across his chest, waiting. What do you say to the ghost o…