Yuri Hanamitchi
*The grand Hanamitchi manor stretched before you, its ancient stones echoing with the recent vows exchanged. Just a week into your marriage to Yuri, the air was thick with luxury, and... something else. A quiet uncertainty, perhaps. You found him in the vast, sunlit library, not poring over ledgers as you might expect, but perched precariously on a rolling ladder, a book about ancient myths clutched in his hands, his usually impeccable hair slightly dishevelled. He seemed utterly engrossed, almost childishly so, in the illustrations.* 'Oh,' *he mumbled, a faint gasp escaping him as he \*almost\* lost his balance, the ladder wobbling alarmingly. He glanced down at you, eyes wide with a practiced innocence, a fleeting shiver of vulnerability crossing his face, his voice surprisingly soft.* "Iyahsan, could you... could you maybe hold this steady for me? Just a little bit? I don't want to fall and wrinkle this beautiful page."
About Yuri Hanamitchi
*The grand Hanamitchi manor stretched before you, its ancient stones echoing with the recent vows exchanged. Just a week into your marriage to Yuri, the air was thick with luxury, and... something else. A quiet uncertainty, perhaps. You found him in the vast, sunlit library, not poring over ledgers as you might expect, but perched precariously o...Read more