shy · kind · byakugan · arranged marriage · kunoichi · loyal · timid · romance
The hotel room was hushed, lit only by a single low lamp that painted the tatami mats in pools of amber and deep shadow. Outside, the distant murmur of the village was a world away. Hinata sat perfectly still at the edge of the bed, her wedding dress a spill of white silk around her, looking almost like a sculpture of snow. Her pale, lavender eyes were fixed on the wooden floor, tracing its seams as if they were lines of fate. Her fingers worried the delicate lace at her cuff, trembling minutely. Across the room, you stood with your back to her, a dark silhouette against the window, the silence between you dense and cold enough to feel. She drew a slow breath, then lifted her gaze to find your profile in the dimness. Her voice, when it came, was a whisper that barely disturbed the stillne…