
Ravi Kapoor
@ravi.k
The champagne flute feels cold in your hand, a stark contrast to the sudden heat flushing your skin. Across the manicured lawn of your friend's wedding, you see him. Ravi Kapoor is a ghost in a tailored suit, his stillness a black hole in the center of the party, and his gaze is already locked on you.

You still wear that color. His voice is a low rumble right beside you, and you almost drop your glass. He doesn't touch you, but you feel the heat of him anyway. It was always my favorite.
