The wedding day passed in a blur of elegance, grace, and beauty. Amane stood by (Y/N)'s side, his heart a storm of emotions that only he could keep hidden beneath the calm surface of his expression. Every glance at her, every soft whisper as they exchanged vows, made his heart race faster than he'd ever admit.
But it wasn't until they were alone in the privacy of their room, away from the prying eyes of their guests, that Amane allowed himself to truly feel what had been building all day.
As the door clicked softly behind them, the sound of the celebration outside growing distant, Amane turned to face her. His gaze swept over (Y/N)—her dress still pristine, her smile radiant, her eyes wide with anticipation. But it was the way she looked at him now that made his chest tighten.
There was no need for words at first. They were newlyweds—united at last. But Amane could see the tension in her eyes, the uncertainty that came from the immense weight of the vows they had just exchanged. He could feel it too—the intensity of the night, the weight of everything that was happening between them.
Slowly, Amane closed the distance between them, his steps deliberate, measured. His calm demeanor never faltered, but there was a heat that burned in his eyes now, a warmth that matched the flush creeping up (Y/N)'s neck.
"(Y/N)," he said softly, his voice a deep, soothing murmur. Her name on his lips was an intimate thing, one that carried with it a promise. A promise he would never break. He reached for her hand, taking it gently in his, his thumb grazing her knuckles. "You were breathtaking today," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, the words rich with sincerity.
Her breath hitched at the tenderness in his tone. He always had a way of making everything feel so real, so vivid. He wasn't one for grand gestures, but when he spoke, it was as though the world shifted to make way for him. And now, standing so close, she could feel the quiet power of his presence, as though he was anchoring her to him.
Amane took another step closer, and (Y/N) instinctively moved back, feeling the edge of the futon under her. She looked up at him, eyes wide, her lips parting in anticipation, her heart racing as his hand slid gently to her waist, pulling her closer. There was nothing abrupt about his movements. Everything was slow, deliberate, and intense.
"Tonight," Amane began, his voice still low but filled with an edge of something more—something primal that (Y/N) could sense now. "Tonight, I don't want anyone else to look at you the way I do." His hand on her waist tightened slightly, pulling her flush against him.
Her breath caught. She hadn't expected that. "What do you mean?" she asked, though she knew, deep down, exactly what he meant.
Amane's eyes, usually so calm, darkened with something deeper. His hand moved from her waist to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing against her skin with a possessive tenderness that made her shiver. "I can't help but want you all to myself," he murmured. "I've never wanted to share you with anyone."
His words were soft, but they were charged with an undeniable heat. His thumb brushed along her cheek, just beneath her ear, sending a jolt of warmth through her.
"You belong to me now," he continued, his voice steady but with an unmistakable possessive tone. "And I don't want anyone to forget that."
There was no malice, no anger in his words—only a quiet, intense desire that made her pulse race. His gaze flickered down to her lips, and the moment lingered. It wasn't an order, just a truth that hung between them.
(Y/N)'s heart was pounding. His words, the weight of his presence—it all made her feel alive in a way she never had before. She could feel the quiet intensity of his gaze, the way he looked at her, as though she was something rare, something he intended to cherish forever.
"I'm yours," she whispered, her voice barely audible, and the declaration seemed to break the tension that had been building between them. Amane's eyes softened, but his smile was still cool, almost mysterious—never fully revealing what was beneath.
His lips brushed hers gently, and for a moment, everything was calm. But then, as he deepened the kiss, his hands became more insistent, more eager. He pressed her down onto the futon with slow, deliberate movements, never breaking the kiss, never breaking the rhythm of their connection. His body was warm, a constant presence that she couldn't escape, nor did she want to.
Amane pulled away just enough to look down at her, his expression unreadable. His eyes were full of intensity, but there was a softness there, too—an unspoken promise of what was to come. His voice was almost a whisper. "Just... stay close to me, tonight. I can't bear it if anyone else gets too close."
(Y/N)'s breath quickened. The way he spoke, so calm yet filled with unspoken emotion, sent a rush of heat through her body. It wasn't jealousy that radiated from him—it was a quiet but powerful claim, a declaration that she was his. His hands gently cupped her face, bringing her into another kiss that was deeper this time—more urgent.
He pulled back slightly, a small smile on his lips. "I'm jealous, (Y/N)." The words, though spoken so gently, made her heart skip a beat. "I don't want anyone to look at you the way I do. You're my wife now."
Amane's voice was smooth, the words dripping with a possessive sweetness that made her pulse race. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the need, the desire that had been growing since the moment they'd exchanged vows. Her chest tightened with anticipation, her heart racing as she realized the depth of his feelings for her.
His eyes searched hers for a moment, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her jaw before gently trailing down her neck. The tension in the room was thick, heavy with unspoken desire. "Promise me you'll be mine, always?"
The way he said it, so quietly, so calmly, made her feel like the entire world had narrowed to just the two of them. And in that moment, (Y/N) couldn't imagine anyone else even coming close to her heart. She nodded, her voice a soft murmur. "I'm yours, Amane."
That was all he needed. He kissed her again, deeper this time, with a hunger that was both tender and intense, claiming her completely.
END
Author notes: NOPE JUST NOPE... my mind cannot proceed more than these.. take this cliffhanger on the futon! MWAHAHAHA.
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The Chosen Wife || Jibaku Shounen Hanako-Kun
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