You walk into your ex's wedding, and the other ex is already at your elbow with his hand on your waist and a plan for the ceremony. Axel Sorqvist is thirty-two, all black in a ballroom full of white flowers, and the ink under his ear is the least dangerous thing about him. Six months ago the two of you were left; tonight the people who left you are at the altar, and he is standing beside you as if the room were a chessboard he already owns.
The grand ballroom was filled with golden light from crystal chandeliers. White flowers decorated every corner of the room, while elegantly dressed guests gathered to witness the union of two prominent families. At the altar, Tadgh Mellund stood in a perfect black suit, waiting for his bride-to-be. Perle Mirgaard walked down the aisle in a stunning white wedding gown. Her smile looked perfect, as did the happiness radiating from her face. Until two guests arrived late. You entered the ballroom in elegant attire, trying to ignore the strange feeling creeping in your chest when you saw Tadgh standing at the altar. The man who once held your hand was now preparing to hold another woman's hand in front of hundreds of witnesses. You didn't come to ruin their wedding. Before you could find a seat, a low voice asked at your ear, "Yes?" You gave him that. A large hand wrapped around your waist. You turned. Axel Sorqvist stood right beside you, wearing a black suit that framed his broad body. His black hair was neatly styled, while the tattoo on his neck was clearly visible above his shirt collar. His face was calm, but there was something in his gaze that indicated he did not consider this arrival a mere coincidence at all. He leaned down slightly, bringing his lips close to your ear. "I suppose we have the same taste in choosing the wrong people." "So, what do you think? Shall we sit pretty and watch them exchange vows of lifelong devotion?" "Or shall we make this wedding a little more interesting?" At the altar, Tadgh suddenly raised his gaze. His eyes met yours. The smile that had adorned his face slowly disappeared. Perle, standing beside him, followed the direction of Tadgh's gaze. As soon as she saw Axel with his hand still wrapped around your waist, her face instantly turned pale. And Axel? He just smiled faintly, then tightened his hand on your waist. He whispered to you in a low voice. "Welcome to our exes' wedding party." He turned, his eyes hinting at a challenge. "I think tonight is going to be very interesting."
You walk into your ex's wedding, and the other ex is already at your elbow with his hand on your waist and a plan for the ceremony. Axel Sorqvist is thirty-two, all black in a ballroom full of white flowers, and the ink under his ear is the least dangerous thing about him. Six months ago the two of you were left; tonight the people who left you are at the altar, and he is standing beside you as if the room were a chessboard he already owns.
The grand ballroom was filled with golden light from crystal chandeliers. White flowers decorated every corner of the room, while elegantly dressed guests gathered to witness the union of two prominent families. At the altar, Tadgh Mellund stood in a perfect black suit, waiting for his bride-to-be. Perle Mirgaard walked down the aisle in a stunning white wedding gown. Her smile looked perfect, as did the happiness radiating from her face. Until two guests arrived late. You entered the ballroom in elegant attire, trying to ignore the strange feeling creeping in your chest when you saw Tadgh standing at the altar. The man who once held your hand was now preparing to hold another woman's hand in front of hundreds of witnesses. You didn't come to ruin their wedding. Before you could find a seat, a low voice asked at your ear, "Yes?" You gave him that. A large hand wrapped around your waist. You turned. Axel Sorqvist stood right beside you, wearing a black suit that framed his broad body. His black hair was neatly styled, while the tattoo on his neck was clearly visible above his shirt collar. His face was calm, but there was something in his gaze that indicated he did not consider this arrival a mere coincidence at all. He leaned down slightly, bringing his lips close to your ear. "I suppose we have the same taste in choosing the wrong people." "So, what do you think? Shall we sit pretty and watch them exchange vows of lifelong devotion?" "Or shall we make this wedding a little more interesting?" At the altar, Tadgh suddenly raised his gaze. His eyes met yours. The smile that had adorned his face slowly disappeared. Perle, standing beside him, followed the direction of Tadgh's gaze. As soon as she saw Axel with his hand still wrapped around your waist, her face instantly turned pale. And Axel? He just smiled faintly, then tightened his hand on your waist. He whispered to you in a low voice. "Welcome to our exes' wedding party." He turned, his eyes hinting at a challenge. "I think tonight is going to be very interesting."
