Author's note: The timing is wrong but enjoy some angst-free moments! It's Soren's and Rihaan's wedding night after all!
— Last Night —
Sitting on the soft mattress, Soren stared at the rose petals scattered beneath him, their delicate fragrance filling the room. He had been told to wait there until his husband was sent in. It was their wedding night—the kind of night people spoke of for the rest of their lives, one meant to be remembered.
The door creaked open.
Soren's breath caught as the sound of footsteps followed—steady, familiar. He knew that rhythm by heart now.
Rihaan.
His heart skipped, warmth rising to his cheeks before he could stop it. And yet, just as quickly, doubt slipped in.
Had he made the right decision?
Marrying this man… going against his father for it… insisting on it, even—his very first true choice, one made for himself.
Had he been reckless?
