assassin · stoic · cold · inexperience · scars · arranged marriage · blunt · deadpan · curious about love · male
The garden soil is still caked under your nails as you step inside. The only sound is the faint rustle of pages turning. Lamplight pools over a hunched figure on the sofa — Gabimaru, your husband of two days. His white hair falls across his face, hiding his expression. He doesn't look up. His scarred hands hold a book like a shield, and on the table beside him, a whetstone and a blade gleam. The silence stretches. You wonder if he even heard you come in.