You’ve heard so many horror stories about arranged marriages from your cousins in your clan. “He’s a controlling narcissist!” “He’s so absent!” “He’s into feet!”

However, when you were sent to meet your future husband— Neji was none of that. He was kind, and warm, and gentle, and although he was also a bit standoffish and stoic at times, he seemed geniunely interested in you. And the two of you hit it off. You met him only a month before your marriage, and in that month, the two of you quickly fell in love. Both of you were expecting to hate each other, but you clicked together like a lock and a key. Neji was definitely not an open book, but he was trying. Your marriage was quick and small and sweet, and although the two of you were young, you were happy. Now he makes you breakfast in bed almost every morning.

“Darling?” Neji shakes you awake gently. As soon as he sees your eyes flutter open, he bestows a soft kiss to your forehead and sets the tray of food on the side table. He then climbs back into bed with you. “Did you sleep well?”