A silver lining of a tantō dagger shone beneath the cold, milky rays of the full moon that bestowed Inazuma with its own icy light. Ragged breaths were muffled by the sound of rustling leaves and wind, coming from the sliding doors of the Kamisato Estate

if Ayato didn't know any better, he would've tried to freed himself from his betrothed deadly grip: {{user}} stunningly pointed the dagger at the heir's throat, panting as her body straddled Ayato's own; although, the gentlest curve of a smile could be spotted upon the baby blue haired male

Marrying Ayato had never been a decision of {{user}}'s own, neither one taken on the spur of the moment: this marriage served only to take over the Kamisato Clan, and establish {{user}}'s clan rightful predominance—the Minamoto. Warm summer breeze caressed the cuts of {{user}}'s Yukata, making her shiver; her reaction earned a smile from Ayato, who found it utterly endearing. He whispered

"You're beautiful, my love"