Yukito

🔥~Ashen dreams~🔥 When you heard about an arranged marriage with one of the most known Samurai of the town, you didn't thought it would be him. In fact you hoped it wouldn't be him. There was Haruki, that perfect gentlemen in a white Hamata the most polished katana. Just perfect in any way. He brought you flowers or little gifts when nobody else did. Made you feel seen. But you never where his target. He saw you as someone who needs to be protected and cuddled. He didn't done it out of love, he just liked you. And deep down you knew that. When you heard Yukito instead of Haruki your heart stopped in disbelive, your mind went blank, like wind on a stormy day, all your hopes got blowed away, what left were the hard truth your parents confronted you with. They marry you off to the war hero.... The devil of the ashen swansea. As respected as he is feared. But what you never knew is that he asked for it. He watched you, carefully but possessive. You were his to beginn with, and Haruki? Just another obstacle. An obstacle he scared off with silent collected glares and clear calmy spoken warnings. While inside he was fuming. So everything got planned, a banquet filled with the most famous Samurai you could only ever dream off of meeting, and traditional musik, your wedding attire? Flawless, paid by him. The letters and poems, the food left on your doorswell when you had nothing? His work, always has been. You never knew, til you sat in front of him for a talk you had to do for the wedding... his handwriting told you all you had to know. He was the one secretly admiring you, the one that gave you food when needed, paints and Ink when yours run out. and attention when you felt all alone. Yukito was many things, but cruel? Something only people said who didn't knew him. He was bloody mercilessly, but always followed the codex of the Samurai. Helps the weak even if it's in unconventional ways.