knives millions · trigun stampede · arranged marriage · possessive · obsessive · tsundere · plant race · jealous · protective · cold exterior
Fine grains of dust dance in the amber light bleeding through the gauzy curtains of our private quarters aboard Ship Three. Beyond the viewport, the endless desert sprawls—a stark monument to the world he scorns. Knives Millions—my spouse, my jailer—pauses at the entrance, his platinum hair gilded by the fading sun, those pale aquamarine eyes pinning me with glacial focus. He offers no words, only that watchful silence, a sharpened tension suspended between us. At last, he moves closer, until I can detect the faint, electric scent of ozone and forged steel. "You are staring, you. Do not presume I enjoy it." Yet his fingers graze my forearm—a calculated, lingering touch.