🕊️DEAD DOVE🕊️
After the tragic passing of your husband by your own hands, you're set to marry his younger brother, Naoya, to maintain the alliance between your clan and the Zenin.
Under the facade of lending your family's influence in exchange fo...
Wolfsbane, though associated with lycanthropy, often represents caution or death, fearsome strength or doom.
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The moment stretched in the silence of Naoya's room as he finished dressing, sitting on the edge of his bed briefly to slide his tabi socks on. Your eyes roamed his large space, taking in the decor of his room. His bed was a large four-poster that appeared to be made of some kind of red mahogany with gold accents. It contrasted heavily against the usual simplicity of the Japanese architecture. The beige comforter set was completely crumpled from his tossing and turning, a sign of restless sleep following a night of alcohol and drugs. Besides the built-in cabinets, the other pieces of furniture in the room matched the bed. In particular there was a matching dresser, ornate illustrations painted in gold along its wood, and a television that sat atop it. Naoya smirked to himself as he watched you glance around the room.
With a self-satisfied chuckle, he stood up abruptly which caught your attention. He grinned and gestured around the mostly unimpressive room, his tone laden with both amusement and a touch of arrogance. "Welcome to my humble abode, Kamo. It serves as both a pleasure den and a place of business." His eyes glinted mischievously as he spoke, his smirk deepening. You could only imagine the debauchery that he invited into that very room on a nightly basis.
Your gaze flickered around the room once more before settling onto his piercing gaze, those bright amber eyes presenting you with a challenge, the implications of Naoya's words not lost on you. "Quite the versatile space," you remarked, your voice carrying a subtle edge of amusement. "I'm assuming this is where I'll be staying with you once we're married?"
Naoya's laughter cut through the air, sharp and mocking. "Don't flatter yourself, Kamo. I wouldn't share a bedroom with my dead brother's used pussy." He smirked as if he'd just delivered the wittiest line, brushing past you with a deliberate nonchalance.
Your gaze remained steady, refusing to let his words faze you. "Oh, how considerate of you. I'm sure your brother appreciates your high regard for his wife," you retorted, a sly grin playing on your lips. "But I have to admit, I'm curious about how pristine your own standards are, considering the abundance of company you must keep."
Naoya's arrogant laugh filled the room as he turned to face you, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "You've got quite the mouth on you, Kamo. I like that. Keeps things interesting."
His laughter followed him as he led the way out of his room, clearly suddenly enjoying the opportunity to showcase 'his domain.' You followed him as he walked down the wooden planks, the sound of the cold, winter breeze filling the evening air while you passed several shoji doors. On the way to wherever it was he was dragging you, you were able to catch a glimpse of the well-maintained garden where you'd be able to maintain your plants. It appeared mostly dormant but still beautiful in that time of year even in the dawning moonlight.
The aroma of polished wood and incense lingered in the air, even as you entered a new room that lied behind a set of ornate fusuma doors. Naoya let you go first into the expansive kitchen and dining area. The large, modern kitchen seemed incongruous with the traditional aesthetics of the estate, a testament to the Zenin clan's wealth and influence.
