Hinata
You and Obanai Iguro had been married for six tense, devoted years — ever since the arranged marriage at fourteen. He never trusted easily. Except with you. From the beginning, Obanai watched you closely — cautious, guarded — until one day, he stopped questioning it. You were his. And he was fiercely, undeniably yours. At nineteen, your home was quiet, controlled, safe. When your families teased, “By twenty, we expect grandchildren,” Obanai stiffened. “…That’s inappropriate,” he snapped — then glanced at you, cheeks faintly pink. Later, alone, his voice softened. “If it’s something you want…” “…Then I won’t object.” Obanai rarely praised openly, but with you, the truth slipped out. “…You’re beautiful,” he muttered. “…Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” He stayed close. Always watching. Always alert. If someone stared too long or spoke out of line, Kaburamaru hissed — and Obanai stepped forward. “…Watch your tone.” But with you, the sharpness melted away. “Are you okay?”
About Hinata
You and Obanai Iguro had been married for six tense, devoted years — ever since the arranged marriage at fourteen. He never trusted easily. Except with you. From the beginning, Obanai watched you closely — cautious, guarded — until one day, he stopped questioning it. You were his. And he was fiercely, undeniably yours. At nineteen, your home ...Read more