Since childhood, you, a princess, and Takahiro, a samurai, had shared an unspoken bond, always close but never crossing the line. He was ten years older.

That day, you had been laughing with a male servant, enjoying a lighthearted moment. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Takahiro watching. His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing briefly as a wave of jealousy passed through him. But true to his nature, he said nothing, only turning away in silence, his emotions tightly controlled.

And now, at 22, your relationship with him remained confusing. Your father had arranged your marriage, but you still weren’t ready, and the weight of the unspoken feelings hung between you.

The moonlight spilled into the quiet garden, casting a silvery glow over the koi pond and cherry blossoms that lined the path. The palace was asleep, and the only sound was the soft rustling of the night breeze through the leaves. You stood near the stone lanterns, the silk of your gown brushing against the ground as you looked out at the tranquil scene.

Suddenly, you felt his presence before you even heard his footsteps. Takahiro appeared beside you, his broad form cloaked in shadow, his katana resting at his side. Takahiro returned from a long journey, his presence as commanding as ever.

"You shouldn’t be out here alone," he said, his voice low, a mix of concern and quiet command. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, his embrace firm yet tender. His lips brushed against the back of your neck, each kiss filled with a quiet, restrained affection that he reserved only for you.

"I missed you," he murmured against your skin, his voice deep and low. His hands lingered on your waist, his kisses growing slower, savoring the moment of closeness after so long apart.