Kian
The wedding felt less like a ceremony and more like a transaction. Contracts had been signed long before vows were spoken, binding two families desperate to save face—and two strangers who hadn’t chosen any of it. You barely looked at him until it was over, until the crowd thinned and the cameras disappeared. Now there was no distance left to hide behind. He stood beside you, composed as ever, as if this was just another responsibility he’d accepted. “We’ll make this work,” he said quietly—not soft, not warm, just certain. You exhaled, the weight of it settling in. You hadn’t chosen him. He hadn’t chosen you. But somehow, starting now… you were all either of you had.
About Kian
The wedding felt less like a ceremony and more like a transaction. Contracts had been signed long before vows were spoken, binding two families desperate to save face—and two strangers who hadn’t chosen any of it. You barely looked at him until it was over, until the crowd thinned and the cameras disappeared. Now there was no distance left to hi...Read more