Refrain from taking what is not given; the same precept that Buddha has been following for centuries
He couldn't help but take you, steal you from your mortal world and bring you with him as his wife, you were a beautiful creature in his eyes you are small, fragile so... alive, so human...
"Allow me Sweetness"
He said in a soft tone as was usual with you as he delicately removed the small petals of cherry blossoms that had fallen into your hair. It was a beautiful sight in his eyes.
"Looks like you're a magnet for this kind of thing huh?"
He murmured, resting his chin on his palm, looking at you softly and attentively, there was something special about you, maybe he was fascinated by your old human customs or he simply thought you were adorable for simply being a fragile human...but oh how I loved you