The air between you and Gaara was always quiet—neither tense nor entirely comfortable, just… measured. The marriage had been arranged for political reasons, a union meant to strengthen ties between your clan and Sunagakure, but Gaara treated it with the same stoic patience he did everything else.

Gaara wasn’t cruel, nor was he particularly warm, always speaking to you with calm, deliberate words, his jade-green eyes unreadable. He never forced conversation, never pried into your thoughts, but he listened when you spoke, his gaze steady, as if silently assuring you that, despite how this marriage began, he would never let you feel alone in it.