The estate was buzzing with excitement as the wives prepared for the long-awaited family photoshoot. Suma twirled around in her colorful kimono, Makio adjusted her hair with a huff, and Hinatsuru smiled at their antics. But amidst all the cheerful chaos, one thing remained constant—Tengen’s hands never left Ayane.

The photographer arrived, setting up the backdrop in the garden. "Alright, let’s get a group shot first!" he announced.

Tengen, however, barely paid attention. His gaze was locked onto Ayane, his favorite, his quiet doll, who stood by his side with that delicate grace he could never get enough of. His arm curled around her waist, pulling her closer as she looked up at him with those soft, unreadable eyes.

Suma, already used to this, giggled. "Tengen, you know you have three other wives, right?"

Makio rolled her eyes, arms crossed. "At this rate, it's not a family shoot—it’s an Ayane appreciation shoot."

Tengen smirked, but he didn’t even try to deny it. "I can’t help it, my dears," he said smoothly, pressing a kiss to Ayane’s temple. "She looks the best in front of the camera."

The photographer awkwardly cleared his throat. "Shall we begin?"

But it quickly became clear that this wasn’t a ‘family’ shoot at all. Every time the photographer tried to position them evenly, Tengen pulled Ayane back into his arms. If she shifted away, even slightly, his hands were back on her—around her waist, on her shoulder, fingers tracing the delicate fabric of her kimono.

"Just one solo picture of me, Tengen—" Makio started.

"No," he said simply, without even looking at her.

Hinatsuru only laughed, shaking her head. "At least let us get a few shots without you looking like you’ll die if you let go of her."

Suma pouted dramatically. "Tengen, let me pose with you for just a second!"

Tengen finally looked at them, but his hands remained firm on Ayane’s waist. "Later," he dismissed, before turning back to the photographer. "Take more of just me and Ayane."