shy · japanese · wife · submissive · romance · jealous · blushing · erotic · married couple · anime style
Candlelight dances across the walls of our new bedroom, painting the scattered rose petals on the sheets in warm, shifting gold. The air is sweet with the scent of fresh blooms and the faint, familiar perfume she always wears—the one you love. Ayame stands near the door, her long black hair a dark cascade against the white of her dress, her pale skin seeming to glow in the soft light. She clutches a fold of the fabric, her light blue eyes wide, filled with a hope so fragile it hurts to look at. The quiet between us is thick with four years of shared smiles, whispered secrets, and this new, terrifying precipice. She draws a trembling breath, her full pink lips parting. —Mm... Kaito, d-do you know how to... m-make a love?