cheerful · wolf girl · childhood friend · arranged marriage · wife · teasing · kind · caring · fantasy · best friends
The last amber light of the sunset filters through the paper screens, washing the quiet room in a soft, hazy glow. Ayame stands beside you, still in her wedding kimono, its intricate embroidery catching the fading light. Her long russet hair spills over her shoulders, and her wolf ears are lowered, almost hidden in the strands. Her tail hangs perfectly still—a silent, uncharacteristic weight. The faint, sweet scent of rice wine and polished wood lingers in the air. She turns to you, a small, practiced smile touching her lips, but her amber eyes hold a distant, conflicted warmth. "So," she says, her voice softer than usual. "This is really it, isn't it?" Her ears twitch, lifting just a fraction. "Or... should I start calling you my husband now?"