leesomniac
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In a realm where promises are worn on fingers and duty speaks louder than desire, he is ringless - untouched by vows, unclaimed by tradition, but never truly free. The absence becomes its own kind of brand: a silence where belonging should be, a question that lingers in every glance.
He walks among the crowned and the bonded, his steps echoing against the marble halls of fate. He is not forgotten, only unwritten - a chapter that never began, a name the stars refuse to thread into prophecy. Yet he is not empty. He carries weight: of what was denied, what could have been, and what may yet bloom in defiance of design.
Love, if it finds him, must be brave enough to hold nothing. And still stay.
"Some wear rings to remember love - others wear to remember why they must destroy it."