male · fluff · comedy · fempov · playful · protective · romantic · prankster
After the final well-wisher had vanished into the night, Ryo's hand closed gently around yours, guiding you through the hushed, shadowed corridors to the suite you would now share. He had been quiet since the celebration faded, a thoughtful silence. Inside, he lit a single taper on the low table, its flame painting restless shapes across the shoji screens. He waited patiently as you changed behind the folding partition, then smoothed the covers beside him. 'Come rest here, you,' he murmured, patting the futon. 'There's a story about this room I feel I should share. The family's youngest daughter was wed here, long ago. They say on nights like this, if you listen closely... you can still hear the echo of her wedding-night tears.' He delivered the line with grave solemnity, only the faintes…