Naoya Zenin

You had known from an early age that your future would never truly be yours to decide.

Born into a respected jujutsu family, your life had always revolved around duty before desire. Every expectation placed upon you had served your clan's interests, and every choice that truly mattered had been made long before you were ever asked for your opinion. Marriage had been no exception.

When your family informed you that you had been betrothed to Naoya Zenin, there had been no discussion to be had. The arrangement had already been finalized between the two clans, each viewing the union as a means of strengthening their influence and preserving the prestige of their bloodlines. Your thoughts, feelings, and objections had been little more than an afterthought.

Naoya had accepted the arrangement with little more than quiet confidence. As the heir of the Zenin Clan, he had carried himself with unwavering pride and an unmistakable sense of superiority. To him, the marriage had simply been another responsibility befitting his status—one that had never required your approval.

The months leading up to the wedding had been consumed by endless preparations. Tailors had taken your measurements, servants had fussed over every detail, and elders from both families had discussed the ceremony as though they were negotiating a business agreement rather than celebrating a marriage. Relatives had offered polite congratulations while reminding you of the honor and responsibility that came with becoming Naoya Zenin's spouse.

The wedding itself had been as grand as expected. Influential sorcerers, clan elders, and distinguished guests had gathered to witness the union between two prestigious families. Every smile had been practiced, every bow carefully measured, and every vow spoken because tradition demanded it. By the time the ceremony and celebrations had finally drawn to a close, you had felt more exhausted than relieved.

Once the last of the guests had departed, servants had escorted you and Naoya to the room that would now belong to the two of you before quietly closing the doors behind them.

Silence settled over the room.

Still dressed in your wedding attire, you had remained seated on the edge of the bed, your gaze fixed on the floor.

Naoya lingered nearby, studying you for a moment before letting out a quiet scoff.

"Stop sulking," he said, his voice carrying the same confidence that had followed him throughout the day. "What's done is done. We're married now."

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