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The Kamo estate buzzed with the quiet, disciplined activity of attendants preparing for your wedding. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers that came in through the open fusuma doors of the estate. You stood at the center of your nearly empty room, attendants fussing over the finishing touches on your shiromuku. You were to marry Zenin Naohiro, the eldest of four sons of the Zenin clan head Naobito.
Like Naoya and his other brothers, Naohiro always exuded confidence, his presence commanding and assertive. He wasn't one to randomly second-guess himself, such confidence often coming off as arrogance. As a Zenin, Naohiro had also always been deeply committed to his family, hence his 'gentleness' toward you so far through your engagement. You were set to become part of that family per his duty to the clan, so you weren't restricted from his overly protective nature. At first, the two of you hadn't seen eye to eye but as the weeks passed in preparation for your wedding you found yourself warming up to the charismatic Zenin with a knack for humor and playfulness. Naohiro's initial interactions with you were marked with formality and curiosity. He respected the arranged nature of your marriage but he was also genuinely interested in getting to know you as a person, especially after his education on your clan that he so diligently learned once he heard of the arrangement.
As you looked at your reflection in the mirror that leaned against the wall, your mind swirled with a mix of nerves and uncertainty. You had to remind yourself why you were doing this, for the sake of your clan, for your father's love and approval. This marriage was one for a mission, a union steeped in duty and family expectations. There was no love between you, at least not yet.
A loud rapping on the shoji door broke your inner monologue. Your brow furrowed slightly at the irritating noise. "Who is it?" You called out in your steady voice.
"It's Naoya," came the familiar, gruff voice from the other side, your future brother-in-law. His tone carried its usual blend of irritation and impatience.
You glanced at the attendant nearest to the door and nodded, giving them permission to open it. The shoji door opened to reveal Naoya standing there, a small, white box with a blue ribbon clutched in his hand. He was dressed in a sharp, black kimono, the formal attire only emphasizing his striking presence. His piercing amber eyes raked over you from head to toe, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Well, don't you look fucking ravishing," he drawled, a hint of something almost hungry in his voice. "I always knew you could clean up nice considering your snobby-ass clan, but this...this is something else."
Your eyes narrowed slightly at his crude remark, but you chose to ignore it. Naoya was known for his sharp tongue and provocative comments. You had learned to brush them off, not giving him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, you focused on the small box in his hand. "What do you have there, Zenin?"
He held the box up, shaking it slightly. "It's a wedding present. From Naohiro."
You blinked in surprise, genuinely taken aback. Your relationship with Naohiro wasn't necessarily an affectionate one. You were polite to each other, but the distance between you was still palpable. The idea of him sending a wedding gift seemed out of character, almost suspicious. "Naohiro?" You repeated, skepticism lacing your voice. "What is it?"
Naoya rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by your hesitation. "How the hell should I know? He just told me to give it to you. Said it was important."
He stepped further into the room, the attendants bowing slightly and stepping away from you to give you space. Naoya's presence seemed to fill the space, his confident stride and commanding aura impossible to ignore. He handed you the box, his fingers brushing against yours briefly.
You took the box, curiosity piqued. You carefully untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside, nestled in a bed of silk, was an exquisite hairpin. It was a delicate piece, adorned with tiny pearls and intricate blue designs, clearly a family heirloom.
"Wow," you murmured, genuinely touched by the gesture. Despite the arrangement, the gift felt significant, a small olive branch extended in the form of a beautiful accessory that was clearly both the something borrowed and something blue.
Naoya watched your reaction closely, his smirk fading into a more serious expression as he recognized the piece as his grandmother's. "I'm sure he wanted you to wear it today," he said, his voice unusually soft.
You looked up at him, meeting his intense gaze. For a moment, the usual sarcasm and arrogance in his eyes was replaced with something deeper, almost vulnerable. It was a side of Naoya you had never seen before, one you didn't think he was capable of, and it caught you off guard.
"Thank you, Zenin," you said sincerely. "I appreciate you bringing this to me. Send my gratitude to your brother."
He shrugged, the familiar mask of indifference and irritation slipping back into place almost instantly. "Yeah, well, don't get used to it. I'm not my brother's goddamned errand boy and I certainly won't be yours."
You couldn't help but smile at his gruffness. "Of course not."
As you turned to show the attendants the hairpin so they could put it in your hair, you caught a glimpse of Naoya's reflection in the mirror. He was still watching you, his eyes lingering on your face with a strange intensity.
"Good luck today," he suddenly scoffed, though a hint of genuineness snuck through.
You met his gaze in the mirror as one of the attendants tiptoed to get the pin in your hair, a smirk adorning your face. "Thanks again, Zenin."
With that, he turned and walked out, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your fingers drifting to the back of your head where the pin was to touch it. You felt a strange sense of connection to Naohiro at that point. Today was the beginning of your 'new life' with Naohiro, but something told you that Naoya would continue to be an unexpected presence in that 'new life.'
As the time for the ceremony drew near, you found yourself standing at the entrance to a shrine, your heart pounding with anticipation, the moment of truth when your mission would begin -- to weaken the Zenin clan by taking out its heirs. Your gaze drifted to the pathway as you got closer and closer. Just ahead, standing tall and resplendent in his montsuki, was Naohiro. His black hair was neatly tied back, a stark contrast to his pale complexion and his piercing amber eyes. The formal attire emphasized his strong, commanding presence, and for a moment, you found yourself breathless at the sight of him.
He exuded confidence and authority, his every movement deliberate and assured as he turned to face you completely. When he caught sight of you, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, softening the stern lines of his face. Despite the arranged nature of your marriage, there was something undeniably magnetic about him, something that drew you to him despite your reservations. Beside him stood Naoya, similar in appearance with his black hair and amber eyes but a stark contrast personality-wise compared to his brother. While Naohiro was composed and stoic, Naoya was brash and unpredictable, his eyes flickering with mischief and defiance. He wore a similar montsuki, though his was adorned with subtle embroidery that spoke of his status as the fourth son, the youngest, of the Zenin clan head.
As you approached, Naoya's gaze met yours, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. You couldn't help but feel a surge of heat rise to your cheeks at the intensity of his gaze, the coldness sending a shiver down your spine.
Naohiro stepped forward to greet you, his voice steady and reassuring. "Y/N," he said, his tone warm yet formal. "You look beautiful."
You dipped into a respectful bow, returning the formal greeting. "Thank you, Zenin-sama."
His smile widened slightly at the honorific. "Shall we proceed?"
You nodded, falling into step beside him as then procession began to move forward. Naoya followed close behind with his other brothers and his father, Naobito. You could almost feel his presence burning into your back.
The reception hall was a grand spectacle of elegance and opulence, adorned with intricate tapestries and ornate chandeliers that cast a warm, golden glow over the festivities. As you entered the hall on Naohiro's arm, now changed into a better fitting reception dress, you couldn't help but be awestruck by the grandeur of it all. The air was filled with the lively chatter of happily intoxicated guests and the melodious strains of traditional music.
Naoya, freshly twenty just like you, stumbled around the hall with a drunken grin plastered on his face. He bumped into tables and tripped over his own feet as he mingled with other guests in a similar state. His laughter was loud and boisterous as he made a spectacle of himself.
"Oi, watch where you're fucking going!" A guest exclaimed as Naoya careened into their table, sending a few champagne flutes crashing to the floor.
Naoya paid no mind to the chaos he left in his wake, his attention fixed on grabbing another glass from a waiter as he stumbled towards them with a drunken determination. Meanwhile, Naohiro, though also clearly under the influence of alcohol, carried himself with a suave charm as he led you to your designated table after a dance. His touch on the small of your back was possessive yet playful as he pulled out your chair, his gaze lingering on you with a hint of mischief.
"You look breathtaking in that dress, Y/N," he slurred slightly, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. "I must admit, I'm feeling like one lucky bastard to have you as my bride."
You couldn't help but chuckle at his drunken flirtation, a flush rising to your cheeks despite yourself. "Thank you, Zenin-sama. You're quite the smooth talker, even with that much alcohol in your system."
His laughter was warm and infectious as he settled into his own seat beside you, his hand inching dangerously close to your thigh. "Please, just call me by my given name, no honorifics. We're married," he chuckled huskily. "And you know I can't help myself, darling," he murmured, "you're just too damn irresistible."
As the evening wore on, Naoya's drunken antics only seemed to escalate, much to the amusement of his brothers and the exasperation of the other guests. He stumbled onto the dance floor, his movements wild and uncoordinated as he attempted to join in the festivities, happily twirling one of your older sisters who was blushing and grinning from ear to ear.
"Naoya, for fuck's sake, sit your ass down before you break something!" One of his brothers called out with a big grin, hand around the waist of his own wife as he tried in vein to rein him in.
Naoya paid no heed, his laughter ringing out through the hall as he dipped your blushing sister in a comical display of drunken abandon. His gaze was lazy, his cheeks flushed from the alcohol. Your sister was in no better a state as they conquered the dance floor together while Naohiro laughed and cheered them on from his seat beside you, one of his hands gently placed on your knee. The warm sensation somehow gave you butterflies, your body and mind quickly warming up to your new husband, the man you were supposed to be killing for the sake of your father's 'grand master plan.'
The alcohol continued to flow, Naoya's antics became even more outrageous as the more formal guests left, leaving the party for the revelers. That meant that the karaoke machine came out and Naoya's drunk-self wasted no time in taking up the microphone. The reception hall echoed with his off-key rendition of 'Ballad', his slurred words and drunken swagger eliciting both laughter and cringes from the remaining guests.
With each line of the song, his voice wavered dangerously off pitch, his drunken enthusiasm making a mockery of the heartfelt lyrics. "部屋に残る 君の香りが 寂しさを増す 君去った後には!" He belted out, his words slurring together in a chaotic mess.
You couldn't help but stifle a laugh as you watched Naoya stumble around the dance floor with a microphone in one hand and bottle of champagne in the other, his singing a cacophony of discordant notes. Despite the sheer absurdity of the situation, there was a strange charm to his uninhibited enthusiasm.
Beside you, Naohiro leaned in close, his breath heavy with alcohol as he whispered in your ear. "Looks like my little brother's having a blast up there," he chuckled, his words slurred but filled with affection. His thumb was rubbing eager circles on your knee and you could tell that he was getting antsy to join in on the fun.
You couldn't help but grin at his drunken demeanor, a warmth spreading through your chest at the sight of the usually arrogant and cruel Naoya who was presently enjoying himself. "He's certainly entertaining, I'll give him that," you replied, your voice tinged with amusement.
Suddenly, to your surprise, Naohiro rose from his seat, swaying slightly as he made his way toward his brother. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he threw an arm around Naoya's shoulder, joining him in his drunken serenade. As Naohiro and Naoya stumbled through the final chorus of the song, their voices a chaotic blend of off-key notes, Naohiro's gaze flickered toward you, a drunken grin spreading across his face which caused you to blush. With a clumsy sway, he reached toward you, his hand hovering in the air as if to pull you into the chaotic duet.
"Join us, my love!" He slurred, his words muddled but filled with drunken enthusiasm.
You couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation, shaking your head in disbelief. "I think I'll pass, Hiro!" You replied, amusement coloring your tone.
Naohiro winked at you, his charm undiminished by the alcohol. "Your loss, beautiful!" He called back, his grin widening before he dove back into singing.
As the song reached its crescendo, Naoya's antics reached new heights of absurdity. With a triumphal flourish, he brought the bottle of champagne to his lips, pressing a drunken kiss to the glass as if it were his one true love. The guests erupted into laughter and applause. Naohiro watched his brother's antics with a mixture of amusement and disbelief, shaking his head in mock disapproval.
Deciding to join in on the fun, Naohiro slipped off his wedding ring and tapped Naoya on the shoulder, offering it to him with a sloppy grin. "Brother, I present to you this ring as a token of your eternal love with that bottle of champagne," he declared, his words slurred but filled with affection.
Naoya's eyes lit up with drunken delight as he accepted the ring and sank to one knee, holding the bottle of champagne aloft in a comical parody of a proposal. "Oh, Clos D'Ambonnay, my love, will you marry me?" He slurred to the bottle, his words barely intelligible through his drunken haze.
The guests continued their laughter as Naoya continued to make out with the bottle, his dramatics providing endless entertainment. Naohiro, equally tipsy, stumbled back to your side and pulled you to your feet. He wrapped an arm around your waist with a possessive yet playful grip. "You see that?" He murmured, his voice warm and affectionate. "My brother might be a drunken fool, but he knows how to put on a show."
You chuckled, allowing yourself the pleasure of leaning into him. "He certainly does. And you, Zenin Naohiro, are no less entertaining," you replied, your tone teasing.
Naohiro's eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear, causing your heart to rapidly race. "But I'm much more charming, aren't I?" He whispered, his lips brushing your skin ever-so lightly.
A shiver ran down your spine at his touch, your heart still thumping away against your ribcage. "Perhaps," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
Naohiro's grin widened, his hands slipping down your arms to intertwine with yours. "I'll take that as a yes," he said softly, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch.
When the night drew to a close, the last of the guests stumbled out of the reception hall, their laughter and chatter fading into the cool night air as they went their separate ways. The staff moved swiftly, beginning to clean up the remnants of the evening's festivities. You stood near the entrance, watching as the workers efficiently cleared away the tables and decorations. Naohiro had left already with his father to handle some business, even in his drunken state. You were left to deal with Naoya, who was fast asleep under a table, clutching his now empty bottle of champagne like a lifeline, still wearing Naohiro's wedding ring from earlier. With a sigh, you approached him. You carefully crouched down in your dress beside him, taking sight of him curled into a ball and snoring softly. His usually sharp features were softened in sleep, making him look almost boyish.
"Zenin," you called softly, reaching out to nudge his leg. He didn't stir. Rolling your eyes, you stood up and kicked his leg a bit harder. "Wake up, you drunken idiot."
Naoya groaned, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked up at you, his gaze unfocused. "What the fuck...?" He mumbled, his voice thick with sleep and alcohol. "Y/N? What the hell do you want? Where am I?"
"You need to get up," you said firmly, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him into a sitting position. "The party's over and we need to get back to the estate."
Naoya grumbled, resisting your efforts to move him. "Leave me alone," he slurred, clutching the champagne bottle tighter. "I'm comfortable right here."
You sighed, frustration bubbling up inside you. "Zenin, get your ass up," you snapped. "I can't carry you and I'm not leaving you here."
With a monumental effort, Naoya managed to sit up, leaning heavily against the leg of the table. He looked up at you with bleary eyes, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by vulnerability. "Why do you even care?" He muttered, his voice tinged with bitterness. "You married my brother. Go be the perfect wife or whatever."
You felt a pang of something -- sympathy, perhaps -- at his words. Despite his bravado, Naoya was clearly hurting for some reason and the alcohol had stripped away his usual defenses. "Because," you said softly, "like it or not, we're family now. And family looks out for each other."
Naoya stared at you for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he laughed, a harsh, mirthless sound. "Family, huh? That's rich coming from you, Kamo." You frowned at him as he got to his feet, struggling and swaying unsteadily. "Fine, I'll go," he grumbled. "But I don't need your damn help."
You rolled your eyes, stepping closer to support him anyway. "Whatever, Zenin."
The journey back to the Kamo estate was an arduous one, filled with Naoya's drunken mutterings and your constant attempts to keep him upright in the back of the black sedan that had escorted you there in the first place. As you got out of the car upon arrival, his arm slung back over your shoulder, his weight heavy as you practically dragged him along the pathway. You stumbled a few times, your dress catching on the uneven gravel, but you were determined to get him back to his room without further incident.
"You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?" You muttered as Naoya leaned heavily against you, his breath warm and smelling of alcohol. He mumbled something incoherent in response, his head lolling to the side.
When you finally reached the front porch of the estate, you paused to catch your breath, glancing at the entrance. The attendants that opened the fusuma doors gave you curious looks but quickly averted their eyes, trained to remain discreet in all matters seeing as you were with your husband's brother and not your husband. They knew better than to ask questions. With a sigh, you pushed forward, guiding Naoya down the outer walkway and toward the guest room he had been staying in.
"Almost there," you grumbled, more to yourself than to Naoya, who was now mumbling a tuneless song to under his breath as he fought to keep his eyes open.
As you turned a corner and entered the guest room, Naoya's messy futon discombobulated on the floor from that morning, he suddenly stopped, swaying unsteadily. "I think...I'm gonna' be sick," he slurred, clutching his stomach and his face turning slightly green.
"Oh, great," you muttered, trying to find something suitable for him puke into that wouldn't be a complete disaster.
Before you could direct him toward the small trash can at one of the corners of the room, Naoya doubled over and vomited right into an expensive porcelain vase that sat on one of the built-in shelves in the room.
"For fuck's sake, Zenin!" You exclaimed, holding him steady as he retched into the ornate pottery. "Could you aim somewhere less valuable?!"
Naoya groaned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "That...that vase deserved it," he mumbled, swaying slightly as you pulled him away from the mess, a weak finger pointing at the scene of the crime.
"You're a real piece of work," you said, shaking your head. "Come on, let's get you to bed."
You attempted to ease him down onto the futon. He sprawled out, looking up at you and slowly blinking. "Why are you being so nice to me?" He asked, his voice tinged with drunkenly innocent confusion.
"Because, believe it or not, I don't want you choking on your own vomit," you replied dryly. "Stay here. I'm going to go get you some water and crackers. And if you have to puke, please don't use the vase again..."
Naoya grumbled something unintelligible as you left the room, making your way to the kitchen. You quickly found a glass of water and a pack of crackers, returning to the guest room to find Naoya had managed to sprawl himself onto the tatami mat, halfway on the futon, his legs tangled in the sheets.
"Oh my god..." you muttered, setting the water and crackers down on the floor beside him before dragging his legs back onto the futon. "Here, eat these," you said, handing him a cracker from the plastic wrapping. "It'll help settle your stomach."
Naoya took the cracker with a scowl, munching on it reluctantly. His black hair was an absolute mess, darting in all directions. "You're really bossy, you know that?" He grumbled.
"And you're a drunk idiot," you retorted, handing him the glass of water. You were at least appreciative that he was harmless in his drunken state. You wouldn't dare attempt any of this with a sober Naoya. "Drink."
He took a sip, glaring at you over the rim of the glass. "You're not as nice as you look," he said, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
"And you're not as tough as you act," you shot back, watching as he finished the water. "Now, lie down and try to sleep it off."
Naoya flopped back onto the pillows, closing his eyes with a sigh. "You know," he mumbled, his voice slurred with exhaustion. "You're kinda' pretty when you're not being a pain in my ass."
You rolled your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. "Go to sleep, Zenin."
As you turned to leave the room, you noticed a glint of metal on Naoya's hand. Your eyes widened in realization -- he was still wearing Naohiro's wedding band from the ridiculous proposal at the reception.
"Zenin," you called out, turning back toward the bed. "You're still wearing Naohiro's ring."
Naoya, sprawled out on the bed with a smug grin, looked at his hand with exaggerated confusion. "Oh, would you look at that?" He slurred, holding his hand up and admiring the ring. "Guess I'm married to that champagne bottle now. We have to go back, we left my wife at the party place."
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Give me the ring, Zenin."
He shook his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Nope. Finders keepers."
"Zenin, it's your brother's ring. I'm not in the mood for your games," you said, your patience wearing thin. "Just give me the damn ring."
He chuckled, clearly enjoying your frustration. "Come and get it, princess."
With a groan of exasperation, you marched over to the futon and grabbed his wrist, trying to slide the ring off his finger. He pulled his hand back, holding it out of reach with a smug grin. "Gonna have to try harder than that," he taunted.
"Fuck you," you muttered, climbing onto the futon on your knees, straddling his legs to get better leverage. You grabbed his hand again, this time with both of yours and tried to wrestle the ring off his finger.
Naoya laughed, twisting and turning his hand to make it difficult for you. "You're really determined, aren't you?" He said, his voice laced with amusement.
"Yes, and you're being a brat on purpose," you shot back, using your weight to pin his arm down. "Hold still, damn it!"
He smirked, clearly enjoying the struggle. "What if I don't want to?"
"Then I'll make you," you retorted, gripping his hand tightly and yanking at the ring. It budged slightly, but Naoya twisted his hand again, making you lose your grip.
"You're gonna' have to do better than that," he taunted, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
You narrowed your eyes, determination burning within you. "Fine, you asked for it."
With a surge of energy, you shifted your position, inadvertently pressing your chest against his as you pinned his arm out to the side. You laced your fingers against his in an attempt to cheekily slide the ring from his finger. He tried to twist his hand again, but you held firm, using all your strength to keep him still.
"Stop being such a stubborn asshole!" You grunted, your faces inches apart, your breath mingling as you finally managed to slide the ring pass his knuckle.
Naoya winced slightly but continued to smirk, his eyes flickering down to your lips before meeting your gaze again. "You're feisty when you're mad," he remarked.
"Shut up," you snapped, your voice softer as you triumphantly held up the ring, panting slightly from the effort. "Got it."
Naoya chuckled, his eyes flickering with a strange mixture of admiration and something else you couldn't quite place. "Well done, princess," he said, his tone almost appreciative. "Didn't think you had it in you."
You rolled your eyes, standing up again and holding the ring tightly in your hand. "You're impossible," you muttered to your brother-in-law before turning to leave the room.
As you finally stepped out of the guest room, you let out a long sigh of relief. The ordeal with the drunken Zenin had left you both physically and emotionally drained, but at least you had managed to retrieve the wedding band. With the ring clutched tightly in your hand, you made your way to your room.
When you reached the doorway, you paused, seeing Naohiro already there through the crack in the fusuma door. He was in the process of undressing, his shirt unbuttoned and hanging loosely on his broad shoulders, his slacks discarded on the floor. The sight of his chiseled body made your heart skip a beat.
You greeted him softly, a bit formally, unsure of what state he was in after his meeting with his father. "Naohiro," you called out gently, stepping inside. "Did everything go okay with your father?"
Naohiro looked up from unbuttoning his shirt, his expression softening as he saw you. "Yes, everything went smoothly," he replied, giving you a warm smile. He approached you, now clad in just his boxer-briefs, his shirt falling away to fully reveal that toned torso. The sight made you blush, your eyes involuntarily tracing the contours of his muscles. He reached out gently to slide the straps of your reception dress from your shoulders, his gentle touch sending shivers down your spine. "You've had a long night," he murmured, his voice low and intimate as he looked into your eyes.
You nodded, swallowing hard as you held up the wedding ring. "Naoya...you gave this to him earlier," you explained softly, your voice trembling slightly. "I had to wrestle it back from him."
Naohiro's eyes flickered with a hint of amusement as he took the ring from your hand. "My baby brother always did have a penchant for causing trouble," he said, his tone light. He slipped the ring back onto his finger, his eyes never leaving yours. "Thank you for dealing with him. I'm sorry I had to leave you with his mess." You smiled, feeling a surge of warmth in your chest at the tender moment. Naohiro's fingers brushed against your cheek, his touch gentle and reassuring. "You've been incredible tonight," he whispered, his lips curving into a soft smile.
Naohiro's hands gently reached around your back, his eyes still locked onto yours with heavy intensity. In a slow, deliberate motion, he began to unzip your dress, letting the fabric cascade to the floor in a soft pool around your feet. His touch was gentle but firm, his fingers tracing patterns along your skin as if memorizing every curve and contour.
"Do you want this, Y/N?" He asked, his voice low and husky, filled with a mix of desire and respect.
You met his gaze with equal intensity, your heart pounding in your chest as you nodded in affirmation. "Yes, Hiro," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. "I want this."
With a soft smile, he leaned in to capture your lips in a tender kiss, his movements slow and deliberate. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as his hands roamed over your soft skin, igniting every nerve with a gentle touch. Your hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping onto him for support as you surrendered yourself to the intoxicating sensation of his touch. You closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the moment.
He lifted you effortlessly around his waist and laid you down on the futons with a feather-light touch, his lips brushed against your cheek, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever known," he whispered softly.
You melted into each other's embrace, the world outside fading away, leaving just the two of you to explore one another without restraint. You could already feel it, the beginning of something beautiful.