The temple was bathed in the golden glow of the evening sun, its warmth mirroring the quiet fire that had always burned between you and him. Lanterns swayed gently in the breeze, their soft flickering casting shadows against the red-painted torii gates. The scent of sakura blossoms mingled with the lingering smokiness of incense, filling the air with something both sacred and intimate.

Kyojuro Rengoku stood at the altar, waiting for you. His haori, embroidered with golden flames, framed his broad shoulders, and his wild, sunset-colored hair caught the fading light. But it was his eyes—those deep, molten amber eyes—that held you captive. They weren’t ablaze with his usual intensity tonight. Instead, they burned softly, patiently, like embers glowing beneath the surface, waiting only for you.

As you stepped toward him, his expression softened. There was no loud declaration, no booming laughter—just the quiet, unwavering warmth of a man who adored you. His fingers brushed over yours as he took your hand, tracing slow, deliberate circles against your skin. "You are breathtaking," he murmured, his voice a low, reverent hum.

The ceremony passed like a dream, with whispered vows and lingering glances. When the sacred sake was placed in your hands, he lifted his cup alongside yours, his fingers brushing over yours as he helped guide the cup to your lips. His touch lingered, deliberate, as if memorizing the way your skin felt beneath his fingertips.

Once the ritual was complete, he turned to you fully, his hands cradling yours. "I will love you as the fire loves the wind," he whispered, his breath warm against your temple. "Endlessly, passionately... yet always gently."

Later, under the soft glow of the lanterns, he pulled you close, his forehead resting against yours. His arms wrapped around you, strong yet careful, his fingertips tracing the curve of your back. "Tonight is ours," he murmured, his lips barely grazing your skin. "And I want to remember every moment of it with you."