contains: fem!reader, fluff, getting married, falling in love, rain, idk what you want me to say just read it
riea's comments: me and the other nine ryusui fans cheered and threw a party. everything i do is for my husband nanami ryusui. i love this man to heights i've never loved before. anyways i spent a whole five days on this (+ my pc was tweaking the fawk out while formatting this), ryusui HIMSELF better appear in my bed, naked and oiled up! need him so bad bro im already thinking of a new wip. anyways pt two, i don't hate this work i dont love this work. maybe smn will convince me that its peak
@chericos - 4sum [yummy]
@creatorbiaze - ryu for you
nanami ryusui was in a bit of a predicament, go through with the arrangement and marry the woman his father wants or choose his own bride.
"BE MY WIFE." he bellowed in the middle of a busy park, pointing at random women to hopefully coerce them to listen to what he had to say
however, it was only you who took the bait, the rest of the young women looking at the man like he had three heads. "what's this all about?" you asked, signaling to his poster that read WIFE APPLICATIONS OPEN. he was in attire that practically screamed i'm rich but i'm not trying to make it look like that: a pair of tan pants with a white button up shirt and a lavender sweater vest over it. it would've been the perfect commoner cosplay if it wasn't for the fact that he was drowning in gold. at least five rings on each hand, a three piece necklace stack, and one of those permanent bracelets, all in the most coveted metal known to man.
the rich boy before you dragged his eyes over your frame, nodding suspiciously, mutters of "yes" and "perfect" falling from his lips. about to question him, he exclaimed again, "UTTERLY PERFECT." what the fuck? maybe approaching the psycho looking for a spouse in the middle of the park wasn't the brightest idea. "YOU," he spoke again, snapping you out of your thoughts and grabbing your wrists when they snaked up to cover your ears in case he wanted to yell again, "YOU WILL BE MY WIFE."
maybe both of you were weird since your first thought wasn't get this man off of me.
so here you were, bowing to nanami's parents in your overly formal dress. "do you really think this is going to work?" your fingers smoothed over your dress, trying to make yourself look even slightly more presentable. "of course it will," he started, looking at your features from the plush couch he relaxed on. no matter how sure of himself nanami sounded, you couldn't shake the doubt. he got up with a push, the sofa resuming its previous state before weight was placed on it. he slid behind you with a comfortable amount of space between you, fixing his hair in the gold framed mirror you stood in front of, "i'm the heir to the nanami conglomerate." you smiled softly as nanami introduced you as his bride to be, remembering his straightforward words that somehow managed to comfort you just a couple minutes prior to now.
there was a knock at your door. not a polite, rhythmic kind of knock, but a bold, rapid-fire i-have-no-respect-for-your-peace kind of knock. even though you weren't expecting anyone, you knew exactly who it was.
putting your pen down and walking over to the door, you cracked it open—not even bothering to look through the peephole—to find a grinning, newly familiar face casually leaning against the frame, hands in the pockets of a jacket that looked like it cost three times your monthly salary.
"good evening, darling!" he beamed, like this was the most natural thing in the world.
"how do you know where i live?"
he winked, tapping the side of his head. "HAHA! i know everything about you!"
you just stared at him, emotionless.
"okay. i asked francois," he sighed. "so…, are you going to let me in, orrrr…"
you sighed and stepped aside, letting the door swing open, "you're so annoying."
nanami's gaze swept the space like he was seeing a new world. your place was calm and airy, flooded with early evening light. soft throw blankets over the couch, a tidy kitchen in view, warm wood floors and just the right amount of clutter to make it feel lived-in—books, candles, a few unopened packages, and the faint scent of laundry detergent. nothing crazy, but clearly well cared for. "it may not be as big or extravagant as your mansion but that doesn't mean you should stare, you know."
he didn't answer you, just walked over to an open notebook on your kitchen island. you knew what he was looking at before he even read its contents aloud, "need to save a quarter of my paycheck every week to pay my rent for next month." nanami looked at you quizzically, like he knew something you didn't.
"no need to pay rent anymore if you'll be living with me."
"i don't want to do that yet?"
"i'll buy this apartment complex then!"
"that's not how it—" a sigh escaped your lips, and you pinched the bridge of your nose, "whatever."
he continued to analyze your book, commenting on the contents of the somewhat legible scribbles. you placed a glass of water on the island for him. "what are you—thank you— saving for?" nanami asked, pointing to a spot in the book that read SAVE MONEY $$$ quadruple circled when you hummed confusedly. "oh! my friend is a seamstress and i've been wanting to commission a piece from her."
nanami ohhed, taking another sip of water, "are you going to invite her?"
you reached for an opened bag of chips in the cupboard, pouring some in a bowl, "you mean over? like right now?"
"no, gorgeous. i mean to the wedding."
oh. oh. it suddenly hit you that you haven't informed anyone of what you got yourself into.
i'm mustard, these hoes gotta ketchup
you: hello my radiant, showstopping, stunning queens
you: i (most likely) will be getting married. the groom is nanami ryusui, heir to the nanami conglomerate. i will be rich and we yes WE will never have to worry about finances ever again
ruri: are you being serious?
yuzuriha: well that's great but uh, when did you meet this guy?
you set your phone down, ignoring the way it flashed with incoming text messages and calls, "i just told them."
"AHA! that's the spirit! i haven't told my friends either!"
it was bigger than you thought, the room i mean. white overhead lights illuminated the display cases below them. miniature versions of ships were encased, filling the displays from floor to ceiling and a much larger model ship in the center of the room. just how much did all of this cost? when francois gave you a tour of this mansion, the one ryusui lived in since birth and the one you'd end up calling your primary residence, they skipped over this room. your eyes fell upon a considerably large ship in one of the cases. "that one's the original h.m.s. royal sovereign of the seas from the 1600's," ryusui stood beside you, voice loud and booming, "a beauty, isn't she?" he admired the model with a glimmer in his eyes. you stared at it with him, "you built this?"
"not this one but," ryusui's voice rose with excitement, pointing at three columns of model ships on the other side of the room, "those ones over there!" you followed him as he practically skipped to the other side of the room, pointing at his handiwork and listing facts about each one of them. his words etched into your brain, somewhat understanding his explanations of each ship. ryusui disappeared to a hidden room for a moment before walking towards you with a generic model in his hands and you hadn't realized the sigh of relief you breathed was loud until he chuckled and said something about having a feeling that you were getting confused. he then proceeded to sit on the hardwood floor with you—his hair tied back with only a few face-framing strands, something you found he only did when he was truly focused—and break down the parts of the ship, describing their purposes and the variants that you might see in the models around you.
the boat rocked gently beneath your feet, unanchored in the still, glassy water of ryusui's private lake. you hadn't expected to say yes. when ryusui had asked—eyes bright, voice low and eager—if you wanted to try sailing, it had sounded like one of his usual whims. but something about the way he said it, half teasing, half hopeful, made you say the words before you even thought about it.
the boat was one of many docked along the small, secluded marina tucked behind the mansion. this one, sleek and ivory, felt far too flamboyant for something as casual as a lake. but of course, ryusui wouldn't have anything less than flamboyant.
he showed you where to place your hands on the wheel, voice slipping into something smoother, quieter. "not too tight," he murmured from behind you, "she won't like it if you fight her. sailing's about feeling, not forcing."
you stood at the helm and he stepped in close. ryusui's arms came around you, his hands covering yours, guiding your grip. his chest brushed against your back, and suddenly you weren't thinking about sails or wind direction or the line of the horizon.
he spoke again, voice low near your ear. "good. now ease into the turn." you did as he told, your body following the gentle push of his hands—but your mind was on its own boat ride elsewhere. his fingers curled around yours like a secret. his touch wasn't rough, wasn't even trying to be flirtatious, but the worst part was that it felt like something you wouldn't mind getting used to.
"you're a natural," ryusui boasted after a long, quiet moment. you exhaled, turning your head to look at him all wide eyed and maybe to catch a glimpse of him as well. his face was close, closer than you meant it to be. the setting sun softened his features—blonde hair still tied, jawline sharp, lashes casting shadows on his cheekbones. his eyes stayed trained on yours and he smiled.
"rule number one of captaintry, never—" ryusui grabbed your chin with an unreadable glint in his eye and brought your attention back to what mattered, "take your eyes off the water."
"you see treasure out there?" ryusui's voice called from behind you, his eyes trained on your form. it had been raining for a little over thirty minutes now, with no signs of stopping. the water beat at the window before you, a slight twinkle in your eye—it didn't rain often. "i would consider it treasure, yeah," you turned around, seeing him sitting on the arm of the couch, sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up and the shirt itself not even buttoned all the way. he's fine, and you hate that he knows that you know that. you damn near eye fuck him before smiling mischievously, "let's go claim it." the words came out quickly, your hand grabbing his and dragging him out of the mansion and into the downpour.
the rain greeted you like it had been waiting—gentle but persistent, soaking through your clothes almost immediately. you spun away from him, laughter spilling out of you in a breathless rush. "dance with me, good sir," you said, holding out your hand with a polite bow. ryusui mimicked your pose, doing it with the full renaissance dignity you meant to channel, "it would be my pleasure, fair lady." there was no music, but you two moved like there was. you were making your own beats and rhythms with every step, twirl, and sway, the mirth, the melody. you went on your tippy toes, your arm completely outstretched, ryusui's hand in yours. he twirled, hair whipping around him, his laughter doing the same. he's a man of stature who has the whole world at his fingertips but became a fool for you. this fool of yours looked so offended when your hands met his shirt soaked chest, pushing him away. he'd only realized you were joking when you gathered rainwater in your hands and threw it at him, flashing that smile that made him feel like the sun was no longer shrouded by storm clouds. ryusui kicked water at you, running as you chased him around the courtyard, "get back here!"
he abruptly paused, causing you to crash into his now see through shirt. "up we go," was the last thing he declared before hoisting you onto his back.
you yelped, instinctively wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he started to run. he sprinted through the garden paths with you on his back, leaping over puddles and spinning in wide arcs that made you cling tighter, giggling into the crook of his neck. his heart duplicated the thunder in the skies, and he wondered if you could feel it. if you knew what you were doing to him just with your proximity. and by the time he slowed to a walk, you were breathless and shaking from laughter-induced pain. ryusui let you slide off gently, his hands lingering at your waist, touch unhurried. you didn't let go of him, arms still looped around his neck as the rain came down softer now—like even the sky was trying to listen.
ryusui looked at you. really looked at you. his fingers moved up, brushing a few wet strands of hair from your face. you felt his gaze dip down, linger on your lips. you didn't know when your arms tightened around him, when you started swaying together like you were making music again. his forehead pressed against yours and he leaned in just enough to make your chest tighten—and instead of doing what felt the most right in the moment, ryusui exhaled shakily, resting his head against your shoulder.
"why are you doing this to me," he murmured with a groan filled with an emotion he couldnt pinpoint yet.
you smiled against his temple, voice hushed. "hm? doing what?"
he pulled away from you, an uncharacteristic pout on his face before that boisterous laughter of his rang out. his arms enclosed around your waist then suddenly swung you around, lifting you off your feet as you squealed and clung to him.
you were practically catapulted into the wedding preparations. one minute, you're having tea with his parents, talking about ryusui and your relationship with him, and the next, you're having dress consultations, struggling to pick out fabrics and the style for the mandatory custom-made one-of-a-kind bridal wear courtesy of a nanami conglomerate tradition.
the silk bedsheets cooled your body down as you sank into the bed, the buildup of exhaustion fully washing over you once your head hit the pillows. you felt the bed shift in weight but you were far too tired and far too close to being in a deep slumber to care, curling up against nothing while a comforter and complimentary blanket was pulled over your body. and so, you let the newfound warmth consume you.
once he was sure you were fully asleep, ryusui moved your body just enough to get your head off the pillows. he fluffed them thoroughly before resuming your original position, a small smile appearing on his face when he heard you exhale deeply at the better head support. ryusui then climbed into bed himself, laying on his side and lightly tracing over your facial features with his index finger, the bed of his own forgotten for the night
an alarm rang through the room, it was weird sounding and loud enough to wake the intended recipient up as well as you. even though you crashed pretty early last night, your internal clock still knew the sun might not have rose yet at this time. not my alarm, not my problem. the bed shifted again, the sound cutting a mere second later and you hugged closer to the second heat source, its arms wrapping around you. what a smart heated teddy bear this is! although you were clearly 95 percent asleep and 5 percent awake, you swore you could feel hesitation in the air for a moment. plump and warm lips pressed to your forehead, "good morning." the teddy bear spoke, before reluctantly getting out of the bed and moving elsewhere. upon hearing the shut of the oak door, your upper half shot up.
teddy bears don't do that.
the garden was golden with early-afternoon light, dappled through the leaves of overgrown hedges and tall daisies bending just slightly in the breeze. you had set the picnic blanket down underneath the wisteria trees, where the scent was strongest and the grass was dry. a soft cotton cloth was spread atop it, corners held down with polished river stones. your mini cakes sat on a ceramic plate you were a little too proud of—tiny tiers of sponge and whipped cream, topped with sugared petals and glossy jam, arranged like a patisserie window. you hadn't baked in a while, not with someone specific in mind.
ryusui appeared minutes later with a dish covered in linen and saran wrap, sleeves rolled, shirt half-unbuttoned and hair slightly tousled—probably from running his hands through it while "cooking."
"all this for me?" he grinned, boyish and bright.
you arched a brow. "and what did you bring to the table?"
he smirked before unveiling the dish and getting on both knees, the food well above his bowed head as if you were a goddess receiving offerings. and you gladly took it, staring at the pasta with a gaze that could only mean damn, this looks good.
you ate together under the long, delicate clusters of the recently bloomed tree, passing bites between each other, talking about whatever came to mind. "and then i told them the story of how we met and they're so scared for me no matter how much i try to tell them that you're not that bad of a guy." ryusui froze mid-bite, "that bad of a guy," he put down the plate in his hand, "i'll have you know i'm the most coveted man on the planet. i'm rich, funny, ambitious," he listed out, assigning a finger to each adjective. "handsome," he paused, reaching into the basket nearby. some thing adored with flowers was placed on your head and you couldn't even register it before he started rambling again. "kind, and—"
he paused, looking at you looking at the flower crown in your palms. "you made this?"
"HAHA! of course i did! ah! i'm also good with my hands too and by extension, my fingers as well! who wouldn't want—!"
"yes, nanami ryusui. you're the greatest man to ever live." you interrupted smiling, hands busy packing the items into the basket, flower crown back on your head. "i'm so happy i get to be with a full package like you." you continued, tone clearly sarcastic but for a guy like ryusui, the only thing that matters is what you actually say. "as long as you're aware." he chuckled, prying the handles out of your hands once everything was in so he could put it in the kitchen.
when ryusui came back, he stretched out beside you on the blanket, eyes half-lidded, the breeze gentle against his skin. you watched him sigh, long and satisfied, and then roll onto his side, head finding your lap easily.
"ryusui…" you started, hand hovering near his hair, "we shouldn't sleep out here." your voice was soft and undemanding; you knew deep down that you had no intention to move.
"don't care, sweetheart," he murmured, already curling into you, arms looping around your waist. his words were mumbled into the fabric of your shirt. "feels too good. just… stay like this."
you sighed, but your fingers found his side, rubbing slow, absent-minded circles as if to lull him further. his breathing grew slower. heavy.
and even though you told yourself you wouldn't sleep here too, the weight of him against you, the peace in the air, and the comfort of that flower crown still resting light as a secret on your head brought you to sleep as well
the venue was nothing short of what one would expect from the nanami conglomerate—pure luxury, a true display of power masquerading as a celebration of love. one of the many castles in the family's possession had been hand-selected for this event, its towering spires and courtyards transformed into a breathtaking dreamscape. orchids, gardenias, and white hyacinths were threaded through a gold lattice that lined every hallway. chandeliers made of real crystal caught every ounce of light and shattered it across the polished floors and every inch of the ballroom gleamed, from the pearl-encrusted table decor to the heart ice sculpture floating in a champagne fountain at the center. the ceremony would be held in the castle's cathedral, where sunlight poured in through stained glass and reflected off marble cherubs holding bowls of flower petals.
but in the middle of all this, your bridal suite was a rare scene of stillness. quiet, warm, and softly lit, it sat at the end of the second floor overlooking some of the estate below. the room was tastefully decorated, up to par with the standards of someone born into extravagance. velvet couches lined the walls and the dressing table was carved from white oak, inlaid with mother-of-pearl vines that shimmered when hit by the incoming afternoon light. a tea set—porcelain and likely antique—sat untouched on the corner table.
you stood at the center, clutching a silk robe against your dress. your heart was hammering beneath the layers of fabric and corsetry, though you were trying not to show it. ruri was the first to notice. "you're wringing your hands again," she murmured gently, reaching over to still them. kohaku hovered beside you with crossed arms, eyes sharp and concerned despite her naturally stern face. yuzuriha, in contrast, was pacing—probably to burn off her own nerves more than yours.
three heads snapped in your direction.
"talk to who?" kohaku asked, though her expression said she already knew.
you set the robe down, looking at them with an unreadable expression. yuzuriha's mouth fell open, her pearl drop earrings shaking with the movement of her head. "you can't see him before the ceremony. it's bad luck, like, nuclear bad luck."
"i don't care," you said, voice rising. "i feel like i'm suffocating in here. i…," you trailed off, getting quieter, "i just need his presence right now. please." the last word got stuck in your throat, your voice cracking upon pushing it out. the room was silent for a moment and as much as you'd hate to admit it, it was clear you were on the verge of a panic attack. kohaku sighed first, her hands reaching for your own. "okay, but we're making him face the door."
she moved swiftly, dragging over one of the white chairs that sat around the tea table and propping it between the sitting area and the entrance before opening the door. senku, gen, chrome, and ukyo stood on the other side, seconds away from knocking. "what brings you guys here?" ruri asked, fluffing out your dress just one last time. "hi ruri," chrome waved excitedly, nearly swooning when she gave him a genuine smile. "uh, ryusui," senku started, nodding his head towards the man in question who was currently leaning against the wall, head hung low, half dressed, and looking like a bundle of nerves personified, "wanted to talk to his bride. is that alright." it was less of a question and more of a statement. after all, senku didn't really care about the outcome. he knew ryusui would be fine regardless.
your heart spoke the words before your head could process them, "yes! i would like to see him."
yuzuriha groaned, flipping ryusui to face away from you, pushing him backwards into your bridal suite and to the chair. "you better not turn around."
"i won't, i won't," ryusui said, lifting his hands in surrender as he took the seat obediently. he sat down with his back straight, the low back of the chair threatening to send him overboard if he leaned too much, and despite everything, that faint, easy grin slid onto his lips. "i may be greedy," he added, "but i wouldn't want to ruin the surprise for myself. even i have standards."
gen gasped, a hand atop his heart, "is that—humility i sense?"
chrome nudged him, whispering, "he's trying not to cry, be nice." senku gave ryusui one last glance before the four of them slipped out with ruri, kohaku, and yuzuriha following behind.
the room was quiet and you stood there for a moment, just watching his white suit-clad silhouette from behind, the tension in his shoulders, the tightness in his hands gripping his knees, the controlled breathing of a man whose confidence had always seemed genuine, even when it wasn't.
you stepped forward, sinking behind him slowly, your petticoat and dress pooling around you as your arms slipped over his shoulders. your cheek pressed to the side of his neck, just under his jaw. "hey," you whispered.
"hey," he returned, voice softer than you expected, "you look beautiful—you are beautiful."
you slid your fingers into his hair, gently brushing through the golden strands at his nape, the motion slow and reverent, memorizing the feel of him.
your giggle bounced off his skin, "you can't see me though?"
ryusui just sighed, leaning into your touch like he'd been parched for days and you were a desert oasis, his hands unclenching and the tension in his shoulders disappearing. for a man who wore arrogance as armor, he was remarkably fragile at this moment. and only for you.
"i don't have to," he hummed, feeling your fingers continue their ministrations, smoothing the hair back from his ears.
he leaned his head back slightly, not enough to see you, but enough to let you cradle him. the two of you stayed there in silence, breathing together. there was something so intimate about the way his shoulder rested against your heart. about the way one of your hands stayed at his chest, the other never ceasing its motions as it went to his hair, his temples, and down the line of his jaw. soothing him and calming you.
hands of his own lifted slowly, grasping where yours rested against his body. he turned his face just slightly toward your cheek connecting them as if you were his lifeline, and you could feel the tension trembling in him—like if the line between you didn't fade but completely vanished instead, so would all restraint.
the doors creaked open, slow and heavy, silencing the guests near immediately. the orchestra began to play, and it wasn't the loud, grand kind of music ryusui had once imagined for his wedding. this was something softer and unbearably tender. the strings rose in slow harmony, each note delicate and aching, pulling the moment wider and wider until there was nothing else but you. and when you stepped into view, when the first sliver of your dress caught the light filtering through the stained glass, ryusui forgot how to breathe.
the intricate embroidery of your gown shimmered and your veil trailed behind and practically floated with each step, catching the light in a way that made you look unreal, otherworldly. but your eyes found his across the length of the aisle, and that was what leveled him. that look. that nervous, determined flicker of a gaze that told him you were scared, but you were walking toward him anyway. and ryusui, the man who had always wanted everything, finally understood what it meant to need.
he'd wanted kingdoms. oceans. control. everything he could take, build, and conquer. but he didn't feel for those things anymore. not really. because nothing—nothing had ever made him feel the way he did right now, watching you walk through floraled church benches and music, a miracle made flesh. he didn't want to blink, afraid that if he did, he'd miss the moment your lips gave him a small smile, the way your shoulders lifted with each breath you tried to steady, how your fingers tightened around your bouquet.
by the time you reached the halfway point, he felt something collapse inside of him—a wall maybe, some last defense he didn't even know he was holding. his fingers itched to reach out. his mouth parted, but no words came. he just watched you, gazed at you, wondering how he got so lucky. you were still moving, still walking forward, and he had the unbearable thought that he could live a thousand lives and never feel like this again. that this moment was the most important thing he'd ever witness. ryusui didn't just want you in his life; he didn't want to possess you like some treasure. instead, he wanted to deserve you.
and when you reached the end of the aisle and took his hand, trembling and warm, ryusui didn't smile like he usually did. he looked at you the way a man does when he realizes he's just found the only thing that could bring him to his knees.
the vows came and went, pale shadows of what they were meant to be. written in a haze just days after ryusui's parents gave their blessing, they were polished, precise, and hollow. ryusui read his with that same gilded eloquence he always had, voice smooth, tone crisp, never once faltering. on paper, they said all the right things: respect, legacy, union, honor. but the words didn't have meaning. they didn't cling to your skin or settle in your ribs the way vows should. ryusui hadn't looked away from you once. not during the reading, not during the ring exchange, not even when you tripped up on a word and fought back a laugh.
"you may kiss the bride." it was a commonality in weddings but when he stepped forward, it didn't feel ceremonial. ryusui got closer to you and the air shifted, gravity had found its center in the space between you. he didn't rush, didn't hesitate. he just looked at you like the vows had meant nothing, like this breathless second between your name and his was the real truth of it all. his hands rose slowly, one brushing your cheek, the other finding your waist, his touch steady. ryusui's eyes searched yours like he wanted to burn the way you looked at him into his mind, brand it into his soul before he did the thing he'd been wanting to do since you walked through those doors.
it wasn't the kiss of a man dodging an unhappy marriage, it was the kiss of a man who had been starving. ryusui kissed you like he was drowning and you were air, like someone who had just realized that you were what he'd been searching for his entire life. the crowd faded and the orchestra blurred. even your breath caught in your throat, and for a split second, your knees nearly gave out under the weight of him.
there was no classic ryusui spectacle to it. it wasn't loud or grand or triumphant. it was truthful
his mouth met yours with intent, he knew exactly what he wanted from you and was done pretending otherwise. his lips were warm, firm, open just enough for a breath to escape—a breath that ghosted against your skin like a confession.
and you melted into it. into him. one of your hands fisted the lapel of his suit, the other drifting up to tangle in the soft blonde of his hair. he groaned, low and involuntary, at the feel of your fingers against his scalp, and the kiss deepened—hotter, hungrier, more real than anything either of you had said all day.
ryusui pressed closer, the hand at your waist tightening, pulling you flush against him. he kissed you like he'd been waiting forever, like every second leading up to this had been torture, and if he didn't touch you now he might not survive it. his lips parted from yours in a slow pull, and for a moment, there was nothing else in the world but the space between your mouths and the fire blooming inside it.
the breath between you was still warm, lips tingling from the kiss that hadn't ended so much as paused. your heart drummed in your chest and ryusui looked at you with pure love. "how was that for our first kiss, huh?" he muttered, making sure his words only reached you.
a single beat of silence was had before your laugh burst out, pure and unguarded, cutting through the haze that had fallen over the room. the orchestra hadn't quite started again. guests blinked, stunned and sighing, the air still thick with the heat of that kiss.
you grabbed his hand. "let's go," it came out as a whisper, your grin wide and eyes gleaming.
"yes, now." you sassed, already tugging him down the aisle. he followed without hesitation, his fingers laced with yours as the two of you ran down the aisle that you'd walked so elegantly only minutes ago. your dress flowed behind you in a sweeping wave of satin, veil lifting in your wake. gasps and approving hums followed from the crowd, but none of it mattered. not the flash of photographers, not the careful arrangements or the decor.
just your laughter echoing through the hall. just the way his thumb stayed hooked over your knuckles, telling you that he never wanted to let go. the doors stood tall and wide, already open to the world beyond. ryusui turned to you, breathless and stunning in the afternoon light spilling through. his hand still in yours, he tugged you gently toward him, and before you could ask what now, he dipped you back in one smooth, dizzying motion—arms secure around your waist, hair slipping loose from the kiss-wrecked styling.
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