[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 384 - 834: The Wedding We Choose Forever 2
Evans blocked his path, grinning. "Absolutely not. You aren’t seeing him until he walks down that aisle. That’s the magic of today, brother. Be patient."
Evric let out a frustrated but giddy sigh, his face breaking into a radiant smile. "I can’t wait. I honestly can’t wait."
The room erupted in laughter at his impatience. The lighthearted moment was interrupted by a firm knock. The door opened, and their father stepped inside.
His presence was commanding, yet his eyes held a softness rarely seen by the public. Sensing the importance of the moment, the siblings and the stylists quietly excused themselves, leaving father and son alone in the golden morning light.
For a moment, neither man spoke.
He walked closer, his gaze sweeping over Evric, taking in the perfectly tailored suit, the sharp line of his son’s jaw, and the nervous energy radiating off him.
"Come here," his father said softly. Evric didn’t hesitate; he walked toward him, and as his father opened his arms, Evric rushed in and hugged him tightly.
"I know I haven’t always been easy to please," his father murmured against his shoulder. "I pushed you hard because I wanted you to be strong, to lead. But watching the way you fought for Zayn... it taught me a different kind of strength. One I didn’t understand before. I’m proud of you, Evric. I’ve always been proud of you."
Evric pulled back slightly, his eyes glistening. He smiled faintly before speaking.
"I owe you an apology, Father," he said quietly. "I’m sorry, Father," he said. "For being stubborn. For not listening. For choosing my own path when it went against everything you wanted for me."
He took a steady breath.
"But loving him was the one thing I couldn’t apologize for."
His father nodded slowly, a slight, genuine smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "That is the legacy, son. A Draeven man loves fiercely, or not at all. It’s okay... You chose love."
Evric smiled, a weight lifting from his heart as he thanked him. His father gestured for him to turn and face the mirror. As Evric did, his father stood behind him, looking at their reflections. "You’re just the younger version of me, Evric," he noted with a proud smirk. Both men shared a rare, knowing smile.
"Where’s Mom?" Evric asked, adjusting his cuffs.
"She’s downstairs settling the guests," his father replied. "The ceremony starts in an hour."
Evric nodded, his heart racing. "Okay, Dad."
At Zayn’s side, his family arrived together, his mother walking beside his father, followed by Liana with an excited Liam in her arms.
When Evric’s mother noticed them, she crossed the room at once, greeting them with warmth and familiarity. The wedding had come together so fast, and with the families living so far apart, they had only been able to meet properly a few days earlier, even after many long phone conversations.
Without hesitation, Zayn’s mother headed to the room where Zayn was waiting. The door had barely opened when Liam’s eyes lit up with excitement. "Daddy! Daddy!" he shouted, squirming eagerly in Liana’s arms.
Zayn immediately reached out to pick him up, but Liana laughed, pulling back. "Careful! Your suit!"
"My son is clean," Zayn insisted with a grin, pulling Liam into his arms and kissing his cheek.
His parents approached, pride and emotion bright in their eyes as they congratulated him, telling him how happy they were to see him so radiant. Liana followed, holding him tightly. "You look incredible, Zayn," she whispered. "I can’t believe my brother looks this handsome today."
Finally, Zayn’s father stepped forward, his expression softened with emotion. "I am deeply honored," he said, his voice sincere, "to be here and witness this day."
WEDDING MODE ❤️EVRIC AND ZAYN❤️💍
The air over the estate was still, as if nature itself were holding its breath. The outdoor garden was a sea of high-society elegance and raw, human emotion. Rows of crystal chairs were filled with the most influential figures in the country, but the focus was entirely on the altar.
Evric stood on the marble platform, looking like a king awaiting his crown. Despite his usual iron-clad composure, his hands were clenched tightly at his sides, his eyes fixed on the long, glass-covered aisle.
Recommended: listen to the songs mentioned to fully feel this Chapter.
The Walk: 🎶Turning Page by Sleeping at Last 🎶
The first delicate piano chords of "Turning Page" drifted through the air. The guests rose in a unified, silent wave. At the end of the aisle, Zayn appeared.
He looked ethereal. As he began his walk, the soft, sweeping violin strings matched the rhythm of his heart. To his left, Nantam was already sobbing into a handkerchief, and Dean stood with his head bowed, tears dripping onto his polished shoes. They remembered the nights Zayn had cried over the uncertainty of this love; seeing him now, bathed in golden light and heading toward his forever, was almost too much to bear.
The atmosphere was thick with a beauty so profound it felt fragile. Zayn’s mother gripped Liana’s hand, as she watched her son glide across the glass path. Her eyes shimmered with a raw, maternal pride that transcended the luxury around them; beside her, Zayn’s father stood tall, his expression a mask of humble gratitude. He watched the scene with the quiet awe of a man witnessing a miracle he once feared he’d never see.
In the front row, Nicki wore a bittersweet smile, and Jaxon stood beside him. Though he kept his composure, his eyes were glossy with unshed tears. He watched the way the sunlight hit the grooms and whispered a silent truth to himself: They are the only ones who could ever handle each other.
As the guests remained standing, Evans glanced over at Nantam. He saw the way Nantam was practically coming apart, weeping for every struggle, every toxic turn, and every hard-won battle that had led to this moment. They didn’t just share a name now; they owned a story that they had fought to write together, word by painful word.
Evric’s parents watched their son, struck by the sheer, desperate eagerness in his posture. The powerful, untouchable heir was gone, replaced by a man who looked like he was holding his breath, counting every inch as Zayn came closer. To them, it was the first time they had truly seen Evric look complete.
Even little Liam, though too young to grasp the gravity of the vows being exchanged, caught the infectious magic of the afternoon. He bounced in his seat, his tiny face lit up with excitement. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
The Revelation: 🎶Saturn by Sleeping at Last🎶
As Zayn reached the halfway point, the music transitioned into the hauntingly beautiful swell of "Saturn." This was the moment Evric’s world stopped. He had seen Zayn thousands of times, but as Zayn drew closer, the reality of their journey hit him like a shock. He remembered the toxicity of their early days, the stubborn fights, the moments they almost lost each other, and the sheer, exhausting effort it took to build this bridge.
Evric’s lip trembled. A single, heavy tear escaped his eye and rolled down his cheek, a sight that made his siblings, Evans and Nuala, gasp in collective emotion. The "formidable Draeven" had been completely dismantled by the sight of the man he loved. When Zayn finally reached the altar, Evric reached out, his hands shaking as he took Zayn’s, pulling him into his space as if he feared Zayn might vanish if he didn’t hold on tight.
The Vows: 🎶Turning Page (Reprise)🎶
The music faded into a soft, instrumental loop of "Turning Page" as they turned to face each other.
"I waited a hundred years," Evric whispered, his voice thick and broken, echoing the lyrics of the song. He promised to be Zayn’s protector, his peace, and his constant shadow. When it was Zayn’s turn, he spoke of how Evric had chased him until he was caught in a love he never knew he deserved.
There wasn’t a dry eye in the garden. Evric’s father watched with a stoic but wet gaze, seeing his son finally become a man of true depth. Even the elite guests, usually so guarded, were seen wiping their eyes. The love radiating between the two men was so pure and hard-won that it felt sacred.
The Union: You Are The Reason – Calum Scott
Under the canopy of the ancient oaks, as the final notes of the vow music faded into a reverent hush, the officiant gestured forward. Liam, held closely by Liana, watched with wide eyes as the small velvet boxes were brought forth.
Evric took Zayn’s hand, his touch firm but his fingers trembling with a rare, visible emotion. He took the heavy, platinum band, a mirror of his own, and slid it onto Zayn’s finger. "With this ring," Evric’s voice was a low, steady vow that seemed to echo across the entire estate, "I give you my past, my present, and every second of my future. You are the only world I ever want to live in."
Zayn took a shallow, shaking breath, his vision blurred by tears of joy. He took Evric’s ring, sliding it home. "With this ring," he whispered, his voice thick with a conviction that reached every guest in the garden, "I claim you as mine, just as I am yours. No more storms, Evric. Just us."
The officiant smiled, looking out at the gathered families, the Draevens and Zayn’s parents, united in this moment of grace. "By the power vested in me, and before your family and friends.
I now pronounce you husbands. Evric, you may kiss your husband."
Evric didn’t wait. He reached out, his large hands framing Zayn’s face with a desperate, possessive tenderness, and pulled him in. As they sealed the vow with a kiss that was deep, hungry, and full of relief, the powerful opening chords of "You Are The Reason" by Calum Scott soared through the speakers, shattering the silence.
The crowd erupted. It wasn’t just polite applause; it was a roar of pure celebration that seemed to shake the crystal chandeliers above. Zayn pulled back, laughing through his tears, the weight of the "Husband" title finally settling on his shoulders like a golden cloak. He looked out at Nantam and Dean, who were cheering through their sobs, at Nicki’s proud smile, and at his parents, who stood together in a way they hadn’t in years.
Then, he looked back at Evric, his husband, his entire universe.
Hand-in-hand, they turned to the crowd and began their walk back down the glass aisle. As the lyrics "I’d climb every mountain and swim every ocean just to be with you" filled the air, the truth of their history...
