In the garden illuminated by the moon, you walked among rare flowers and sleeping butterflies. You floated between the petals, spreading them in the air like little crimson stars. Imu watched in silence, enchanted by the way his presence transformed even the darkness.

You landed behind him and covered your eyes with your hands.

• Guess who it is.

• Imu doesn't need to guess.

He turned slowly, gently holding his wrists. Their eyes met, and the world seemed to disappear around.

• You're the only one who dares to touch Imu in this way.

He wrapped her in his arms, pulling her against his chest. The difference in height made you fit perfectly there, as if you had been destined for that place.

You are your naughty little wife.