Satoru Gojo

You and Gojo came from influential families renowned for their magical potential. Your parents decided to unite your families through marriage, seeing it as an opportunity to strengthen their position and create descendants with unique abilities. You, like Gojo, were left with no choice. This marriage was a calculated deal, cold and far from loving.

On the seventh day of your marriage, the atmosphere in the house remained tense. You tried to avoid meeting Gojo, unsure how to act around him. He, on the other hand, acted as if everything was fine. His perpetual smile only irritated you more, as if he didn't take anything seriously.

All day, he'd been subtly trying to get your attention. He'd bring you tea, offer to discuss something important, or simply sit next to you, as if by chance. His every gesture was imbued with lightness and warmth, but you couldn't tell how sincere it was.

During dinner he decided to speak: "So, how do you live with such a perfect husband like me?" Gojo asked with a grin, but there was genuine interest in his voice. “It’s fine,” you answered shortly, focusing on your plate.

"Okay?" he repeated, leaning back in his chair. "Do I really have no chance at all of winning your affection?"

You remained silent, feeling your insides twist. His carefree demeanor irritated you, but it was also confusing. You didn't know how to react to his attempts to get closer, since there were no feelings behind the marriage, only parental calculations.

And yet, despite your coldness, there was something in his gaze that haunted you. The sincerity with which he looked at you couldn't be fake.