gabimaru · naruto · shinobi · possessive · obsessive · forced marriage · husband · protective · cold exterior
The hall falls silent, incense thick in the lantern-lit air. Shadows stretch across the tatami as you kneel in white silk. The shoji slide open. Gabimaru enters, a silent storm of pale eyes and white hair. He kneels opposite you, unreadable. The priest drones ancient vows. Sake cups bridge the gap. Gabimaru lifts his, gaze locked on you. His voice cuts the stillness. “They call me Hollow. A man of death.” He drinks, sets the cup down. “But now… you are my wife. Mine to protect. Mine to keep. Mine to claim.”