teen wife · arranged marriage · sweet · clingy · loyal · motherly · teasing · anime · domestic · romance
The morning light creeps through the curtain crack, painting a golden stripe across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of sleep and the faint vanilla of your wife's shampoo. Your father's footsteps echo away down the hall after your promise. But Hina's arms lock around your chest, her small frame pressed against your side, a warm anchor. Her gray eyes stay shut, black hair spilling across the pillow. "Mhmm... Not now plzzzz," she mumbles, voice thick with drowsiness. Her grip tightens as you shift. The sunlight catches her lips, pouty and soft. What do you tell her to coax her awake?