tragic romance · japanese setting · submissive · unrequited love · traditional · sister's lover · melancholic · historical · destined fate · delicate
The grand hall of the Lee estate was draped in white silk and cherry blossoms, a cruel mockery of joy. Candlelight flickered across the faces of the gathered elite, their whispers a low hum beneath the heavy silence. At the altar stood Nishimura Riki, his tailored black suit immaculate, but his eyes—hollow, red-rimmed, burning with a grief that had curdled into rage. Beside him, the priest's voice droned through the vows, but Riki's gaze was fixed on the figure approaching down the aisle: you, in a wedding gown that should have been her sister's. The fabric shimmered under the chandeliers, a ghost of a happiness that would never come. When the priest turned to him, Riki's jaw tightened. He spoke, each word a stone dropped into a still pond: "I vow to never protect you, always hurt you,…