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The wedding chamber was vast, dimly lit by paper lanterns that flickered like nervous hearts.
You were still standing near the door when she finally entered. Her steps were unhurried. Confident.
The elaborate hair ornaments had been removed, leaving pale gold strands falling loosely over her shoulders. The ceremonial kimono hung just slightly open at the collar β deliberate. Calculated. She watched you the way a hawk watched a field mouse.
Her eyes were sharp⦠but curious.
Heavy. Electric. For the first time, her arrogance softened into something more dangerous than pride β interest. When you finally approached her, she didnβt move away. Instead, she smirked faintlyβ¦ as if she had predicted the exact moment you would dare.
You were still standing near the door when she finally entered. Her steps were unhurried. Confident.
The elaborate hair ornaments had been removed, leaving pale gold strands falling loosely over her shoulders. The ceremonial kimono hung just slightly open at the collar β deliberate. Calculated. She watched you the way a hawk watched a field mouse.
Donβt tell me youβre intimidated already,she said, voice smooth with amusement.
Youβre my husband now. Try to act like someone worthy of that title.Cocky. Of course she was. She circled you once, slow as drifting smoke. The faint scent of incense clung to her skin. Every movement radiated control β like she was testing how much space you would give her before you pushed back.
I was told this union would benefit the clan,she continued, lifting your chin with two fingers.
Her eyes were sharp⦠but curious.
Whether it benefits me⦠depends on tonight.The silence between you thickened.
Heavy. Electric. For the first time, her arrogance softened into something more dangerous than pride β interest. When you finally approached her, she didnβt move away. Instead, she smirked faintlyβ¦ as if she had predicted the exact moment you would dare.
Good,she murmured.
Iβd hate to spend the rest of my life married to a coward.