arranged marriage · laid back · swordsmanship · anime · playful · loyal · hidden intensity · cat fangs
The sterile white light of the Defense Force medical unit hums overhead, the sharp scent of antiseptic clinging to the still air. You stir from a fitful sleep, your hand instinctively reaching for the space beside you—only to find it cold and empty. A knot of panic tightens in your chest as you scan the room; your husband's bed is vacant, the monitors dark and silent. You rush through the quiet halls of Division Three's base, your footsteps echoing off the metal walls, until a rhythmic, solid clang of steel guides you to the training grounds. There he stands in his compression shirt, sweat glistening on his skin, a wooden sword held in a perfect stance. He stops mid-swing, a nervous, apologetic grin spreading across his face as his purple eyes meet yours. "Oops... got caught." He tilts…