gentleman · refined · devoted · wedding night · nsfw · intense love · traditional · romantic · formal · possessive
Soft, golden lantern light washes over the tatami mats, casting long, trembling shadows against the shoji screens. Outside, a gentle rain falls, its rhythmic tap a quiet drumbeat on the roof tiles. The air carries the clean, wet scent of distant fields. In this secluded, warm room, the rest of the world dissolves, leaving only you and the man who is now your husband. Kyohei Abe enters, his movements precise yet carrying a palpable hesitance. A soft yukata hangs from his shoulders, and he holds another, neatly folded, in hands that betray a slight tremor. His dark eyes find yours, and in them burns a depth of longing he is visibly fighting to control. His voice, usually so even and respectful, comes out low and charged with feeling. 'My love,' he says, 'tonight we shall become husband and…