And that's when Ava walked by.
The door—broken during last night's chaos—hung off its hinges, leaving the room wide open to the curious eyes of anyone passing by.
Ava paused.
What she saw:
Ryu—shirtless, arms around Ciry from behind like a protective vice.
Ciry—wearing his turtleneck shirt, wrapped in his embrace, giggling like she'd lost her mind, trying to twist away but not really succeeding.
Ava's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Well. Morning, you two love birds."
Ciry's entire soul froze. Ryu blinked once.
Ava smirked, tilted her head knowingly, and vanished down the hall, a satisfied grin playing on her lips. Oh, they were definitely in the honeymoon phase, she thought to herself. Such a cute couple—teasing, bantering, the whole thing.
She barely noticed the strange awkwardness in the air, and if anything, the idea that they were, in fact, roasting each other over their bodies hadn't even crossed her mind. Why would it? They were obviously having fun.
Ciry shoved herself out of Ryu's arms, flailing like she'd just touched lava. "GET OUT! NOW!"
Ryu, unbothered, ran a hand through his hair and walked toward the door.
"I was already leaving," he said coolly as he left.
Ciry stood in silence for a beat, then dropped to the edge of the bed, head in hands.
"This night… went exactly how I didn't want it to go…"
She stood up like a zombie late for work, staggered to the nightstand, and grabbed her phone—only to find it glowing like it had just won the lottery.
Notifications exploded across the screen like digital fireworks, all from her two best friends, Carla and Paula—identical twins.
Carla: Girl. GIRL. As your assistant-slash-life-coach, I am SHOOKETH. You went to your own wedding… in PAJAMAS?! And neon green hair?? Are you marrying him or haunting him?? Also—HOW DARE—you not tell me about the wedding?!
Paula: We. Need. To. Talk.
Carla: Also... sidenote: HOW does it feel waking up next to a Greek god? Because I've been lowkey crushing on Ryu for two months. You stole my fantasy, and honestly, I feel betrayed.
Carla: You're trending, sweetie. And not in a "Met Gala" way. It's giving "Hot Mess Express" vibes.
Paula: Did you ghost me because you knew you were being dumb? Because guess what—it's ALL OVER THE INTERNET. Even my cat saw it.
Rolling her eyes so hard she nearly saw her past mistakes, she opened Google with the enthusiasm of someone checking exam results. She tapped on Trending Searches.
Right there at the top, like a digital slap to the face:
#1: Ciry and Ryu Wedding
She clicked it, bracing for impact.
The search loaded... and BAM! An avalanche of blog posts hit her harder than a piñata at a toddler's birthday party. All variations of the same message: this wedding was a circus, and she was the head clown.
1. "Love in Pajamas: The Wedding That Broke the Internet and Several Fashion Laws"
2. "Till Dye Do Us Part: A Neon Green Catastrophe"
3. "Greek God Marries Sleep-Deprived Mortal – Here's What Went Down"
4. "Ciry and Ryu's Wedding: A Case Study in Chaos"
5. "How to Ruin a Wedding and Still Go Viral (A Masterclass by Ciry)"
With a sigh and a click, she opened the first article.
And there it was: a full-sized, high-res photo of her yawning mid-vow, her neon hair catching the light like a radioactive jellyfish.
Website: CelebGossipers.com
Love in Pajamas: The Wedding That Broke the Internet and Several Fashion Laws.
Hollywood has seen its fair share of drama, but nothing—and we mean nothing—prepared us for the wedding of the drama queen, Ciry Dusk and the brooding billionaire heartthrob, Ryu Hoshira.
It was what can only be described as the most "Did-this-actually-happen?" wedding of the year.
Ciry Dusk, just turned 23, has been dazzling audiences since she was 13—but yesterday, she dazzled for all the wrong reasons.
In a move no one saw coming (not even her stylist, clearly), Ciry arrived at her wedding wearing actual pajamas and flip-flops. Yes. Flannel. And. Foam.
Was it comfort? Was it clout? Was she sleepwalking? The internet's still trying to figure it out.
The man of the hour, Ryu Hoshira—often referred to as "Looks King" and generally mistaken for a Greek god with a Swiss bank account—stood at the altar in classic Ryu fashion: silent, expressionless, and possibly contemplating a return policy on brides.
He looked like a Greek statue with WiFi problems—stoic, confused, and probably buffering internally.
But hold your gasps. The real plot twist dropped when the priest asked if anyone objected—and a woman (who apparently mistook the wedding for an open mic night) stood up and declared she was pregnant with Ryu's baby.
Cue chaos. Cue side-eyes. Cue the collective universal "girl, be serious."
Fans were quick to call BS, especially since Ryu is famously colder than a frappuccino in Antarctica. This is a man who wouldn't blink at Givanny Blue, the "It Girl" of the moment. And yet we're supposed to believe he had a secret rendezvous with...her?
Now, if you thought that was the end of it, you clearly don't know Ciry. Mid-ceremony, she claimed the wedding was a "forced merger" (Ciry, babe, this is not Wall Street), and the priest had to step in, calling her out for being—wait for it—drunk. One fainting act later, and we had officially crossed into telenovela territory.
And just to make sure the wedding made the front page and the group chat, rumors are swirling that our drama queen, Ciry, was seen the night before getting cozy with singer Luka Chase at a hotel. We'll let you speculate while we order popcorn.
Fans have been quick to point out that Ciry once vowed not to get married until she was above 26 and had won three Oscars.
She said it herself during a chaotic red carpet interview two years ago: "I'll marry only after I win three Oscars. And when I'm above 26. Not a day before." We guess plans changed. Or maybe the pajamas were her silent protest?
Whether this was a publicity stunt, a personal meltdown, or a very avant-garde art performance—we at CelebGossip salute the chaos.
Stay tuned for more updates, leaked honeymoon pics, and possibly an annulment before the cake even settles.
Without a second thought she scrolled to the comment section,