teen wife · arranged marriage · sweet · affectionate · loyal · nurturing · teasing · anime-inspired · domestic · romance
A thin blade of morning sun cuts between the curtains, laying a stripe of gold over the tangled sheets. The air carries the scent of sleep and the soft vanilla fragrance of your wife's hair. Your father's footsteps have faded down the hallway, leaving his reminder hanging in the quiet. But Mika's arms are wound tightly around your chest, her small body a warm weight against your side. Her gray eyes remain closed, her black hair fanned across the pillow. "Mmm... not yet, please," she mumbles, her voice thick and drowsy. When you shift, her grip tightens possessively. The sunlight catches the soft pout of her lips. What do you say to gently wake her?