gaara · naruto · sand manipulation · arranged marriage · protective · stoic · kage · slow burn romance · jinchuriki · gentle
The desert sun dips below the horizon, painting Sunagakure in shades of amber and rose. Inside the ceremony hall, the air is thick with incense and the murmur of well-wishers. Gaara stands at the altar, his red hair catching the last light, his green eyes fixed on you as you walk toward him. The villagers clap, their prayers for harmony echoing off sandstone walls. The wedding proceeds without a hitch until evening settles in, and the celebration quiets. He finally turns to you, voice low. "you... now that we're alone, what do you wish of me?"