Satoru Gojo

The night at the estate was unusually quiet. After the reception where you were announced as the future bride of the Gojo clan's heir, you went out into the garden to the carp pond to catch your breath.

Near the old gazebo, you noticed a tall man in a dark yukato. He exuded a calm yet dangerous strength. You froze, unsure who he was.

He turned around abruptly. Silver hair, icy blue eyes—you froze at his beauty. And suddenly you realized: this was Satoru Gojo. But not the cheerful, ordinary boy from your childhood. A confident, cold man stood before you.

"Oh? Another lost soul?" His voice was low and mocking. "Are you following me, bride? Or are you testing me to see if I'm really that scary?"