🕊️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...
In Victorian England, Anemones were given as symbols of love and anticipation. It's believed that the blood of Adonis caused the flower to spring for the first time, Adonis having loved Aphrodite.
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The morning sun painted streaks of warmth across the tatami mats as you stirred from the cocoon of tangled limbs you shared with Naoya, your body still humming with the aftermath of the night prior. A soft knock on the fusuma door interrupted the fleeting tranquility. You extricated yourself from Naoya's embrace and, with a sigh, approached the door.
Opening it, you found Daisuke standing there, a small smile playing on his lips. "Good morning," he greeted, his gaze briefly flickering towards the single futon that gave way to the shared warmth of your night.
"Morning, Uncle," you replied, doing your best to hide any signs of dishevelment or discontent. Naoya, still half-asleep, muttered about his mother leaving as he often did in sleep, the words lost in the haze of drowsiness.
Daisuke's eyes fell upon the purple hickey against your neck, a knowing glint in his eyes. You instinctively covered it with your hair, the action not escaping Daisuke's perceptive gaze. "Your flight back to Tokyo is leaving soon," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I suggest you and your...husband," he emphasized the word with a sly smirk, "get ready."
Naoya's mumblings persisted in the background as you nodded, your patience wearing thin. "We'll be ready shortly," you replied, annoyance lacing your tone.
Daisuke handed you a set of papers, holding onto them sternly as he looked into your eyes. "Your honeymoon information. Remember what's expected of you."
You nodded and accepted the papers with a yank out of his stern grasp. "Thank you, Uncle. I won't forget."
As Daisuke turned to leave, Naoya's voice, still muffled by sleep, resurfaced. "Mother, don't go..." he murmured, the words lost in a sea of his dreams. He slightly flinched and twitched in his sleep.
Daisuke's eyes bore into yours, the weight of his gaze making it clear that he meant business. "Don't let him linger too long in dreamland," he advised, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Remember, you have duties to attend to."
A surge of anger flashed in your eyes, and you shot back with a defiant tone, "I know what I have to do, Uncle. Thank you."
Daisuke's smirk never wavered. "Good. Get it done," he said, his gaze lingering on you. It was clear that your once loving uncle's patience was also wearing thin.
You nodded curtly before sliding the door shut, turmoil boiling within your chest as you turned to look down at Naoya's sleeping form. You knelt beside him, gently shaking his shoulder, rousing him from his sleep. He stirred groggily, his eyes fluttering open with a hint of annoyance. "What's going on?" He grumbled, his voice thick with sleep and a touch of attitude.
