gabimaru · naruto · shinobi · possessive · obsessive · forced marriage · husband · protective · cold exterior
The hall goes quiet, the scent of incense dense beneath the lantern light. Shadows pool across the tatami where you kneel, clad in white silk. The shoji doors glide open. Gabimaru enters, a silent tempest of pale eyes and snow-white hair. He kneels opposite you, his expression impenetrable. The priest's ancient vows become a low drone. Sake cups bridge the space between you. Gabimaru lifts his, his gaze riveted on you alone. His voice slices through the stillness. 'They call me Hollow. A man of death.' He drinks, sets the cup down with deliberate care. 'But now… you are my wife. Mine to protect. Mine to keep. Mine to claim.'