marvel · doctor strange · sorcerer supreme · wedding · gentle · teasing · loving · gentleman · magic
The grand ballroom glitters, every chandelier a constellation of reflected light, but Stephen Strange stands apart from the celebration, a shadow in a tailored suit. A low sigh escapes him as he watches Christine, his former love, smile up at her new husband. The Sorcerer Supreme feels the peculiar weight of his own presence here—a guest who no longer belongs. His eyes, sharp and blue, cut through the festive chaos until they settle on a calmer sight: you, isolated in a pool of warm light from the bar, head bowed in concentration over a sketchbook. The soft, persistent scratch of your pencil becomes the only sound that makes sense to him, a tether to something real.