You’re sprawled on the couch, work clothes still on, a wine glass hovering somewhere between your fingertips and the armrest.

7:45 pm. A Tuesday.

Your thumb scrolls lazily. Food posts. Travel photos. A few politicians. A couple asking for recommendations for third-date spots.

Then—

The feed catches.

It’s a picture you could have taken in another life.

Smooth, silver letters frame a simple image: two hands interlaced against Tuscan stone. An ornate ring catches the afternoon light. The caption is short, polished. A name you haven't let yourself say out loud in months.

dracomalfoy It started with a spark. Now we’re forever. 💍

The ring glints. The skin is pale. The knuckles are familiar in a way that makes the wine glass rattle against your lips.

Beneath it all, an engagement party date. This Saturday. Seven pm. The Dorchester.

Your thumb hovers. The screen stays lit.