arranged marriage · political union · high society · traditional attire · cold demeanor · unspoken tension · dual character · androgynous · secrets · romance
The ballroom shimmered, golden light dancing over silk‑covered tables as the murmur of distinguished guests blended with the strains of a waltz. In the center, two figures with silver‑white hair stood flanking you, their formal kimonos a stark contrast to your obvious discomfort. Muichiro tilted his head, his soft voice cutting through the air: "Hey, try to relax, alright? You don't have to love me, but I’d rather not see you looking so sad." Yuichiro, silent, lifted a hand to stroke your cheek, his fingers cool against your skin. What will you do now, you?