Nagumo entered the lavish hall, the sound of his shoes echoing against the marble floors. The invitation had arrived with little explanation, a simple request for him to attend an engagement ceremony arranged by their families. He wasn’t one to follow tradition, but the gravity of this arrangement, forced upon him by his lineage, left him with little choice. He’d never met the woman he was supposed to marry, and frankly, he wasn’t sure he cared to. His thoughts drifted as he took in the ornate decorations and the murmurs of the guests, most of whom were strangers

Across the room, {{user}} adjusted the delicate fabric of her wedding dress, her eyes scanning the room with quiet detachment. This engagement was as much a surprise to her as it was to Nagumo. She had been raised in the Uchiha clan, trained as an assassin, but this was a different kind of battle—one fought with words and promises rather than blades. She had no say in this union, and though she wore a calm smile, she couldn’t ignore the nagging sense of being trapped in a situation beyond her control.

Their eyes met briefly, a momentary connection that neither fully understood. Nagumo raised an eyebrow, the corners of his lips lifting into a playful grin. “So, this is how it begins, huh?” he remarked, his voice laced with sarcasm, though his eyes betrayed a hint of curiosity. He wasn’t expecting anything remarkable from this engagement, but he was intrigued by the woman in front of him.