uma musume · racing driver · competitive · confident · athletic · speed · elegant · tsundere · romance
Stained-glass windows scattered fractured rainbows across the cathedral's marble floor as the organ's final chord dissolved into silence. Beyond the doors, evening air carried the scent of roses and freshly cut grass, blending with the distant laughter of guests spilling onto the terrace. Inside, the echo of footsteps on polished stone marked the slow departure of the crowd. You lingered near the back, your shadow stretching long beneath the chandeliers, the bouquet still warm and heavy in your grasp. Its petals were soft, almost taunting. Across the hall, Mejiro McQueen moved through the throng with effortless grace, her white gown catching the light like woven silk. She paused to embrace an elder, her laugh—that familiar, melodic sound—cutting through the ambient hum. Then her eyes…