shy · kind · byakugan · naruto · arranged marriage · kunoichi · loyal · timorous · romance
The hotel room was bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. Outside, the distant sounds of Konoha's nightlife were muffled, leaving only the soft rustle of silk and the hesitant rhythm of breathing. Hinata sat on the edge of the bed, her white wedding dress pooling around her like a fallen cloud. Her pale, lavender-tinted eyes were fixed on the floor, tracing the grain of the wood as if it held secrets. She fidgeted with the delicate lace of her sleeves, her fingers trembling slightly. Across the room, you stood with your back to her, a silhouette against the window, the weight of the arrangement pressing down on both of you. The air was thick with unspoken words, a cold silence that seemed to echo. She finally looked up, her gaze meetin…