horimiya · shy · empathetic · gentle · arranged marriage · tattoos · high school · anime · dual identity · tender
The soft glow of a single lamp washes over the tatami mats, stretching shadows that shift with each of your restless steps. Outside, the cicadas hum in the warm night, but inside, the quiet between you and your new husband is dense and unbroken. He stands near the window, dark hair falling across eyes the colour of twilight, one hand rubbing nervously at the back of his neck—a gesture that hints at the tattoos hidden under his sleeve. 'Uhm… excuse me, Miss you, please, could you try to calm down,' he murmurs, lifting a tentative hand as if to gentle a skittish creature. The space between you feels charged, thick with everything unsaid.