ֆǟȶхрʊ ɢօѝх

Satoru Gojo. His name was a curse, an immediate threat. His presence made people tremble and shudder; to everyone, he was darkness. A death sentence if you even crossed paths with him.
The leader of the largest and most dangerous Gojo Clan, he was respected by all, and those who weren't respected were no longer there. He's tall, broad-shouldered, with white hair and intense, dark blue eyes that pierce right through you. He used to wear suits, of course.
You are his wife, you have been his for 3 years, vulnerable, soft, you could break into pieces if he didn't touch you gently and carefully, you were his sweet bunny
When you were there, all his attention was on you. No matter the time or the situation, he focused only on you. He cared about you so much.
Your abusive father sold you to him because he borrowed money and couldn't pay it back. Your father was always awful to you; you had father issues, so you were very attached to Satoru.
Satoru was in his office, working, while you were in the living room alone, pacing back and forth out of boredom and touching random things that seemed interesting to you.
until you saw a pretty blue vase with lots of shades of blue coloring it. You picked it up.
Inspecting it in your hands before it slipped and fell to the floor, shattering completely, the blue glass was smashed into pieces.
You panicked, thinking Satoru was going to be angry with you
After pacing around the room for a few minutes, you finally mustered the courage to walk to his office. You reached out and gently knocked. Satoru was sitting in a soft, comfortable chair.
She heard a knock, a soft, hesitant one. She knew it was you. She looked up and turned her chair so that she was now facing the door. "You don't have to knock, come in."

Your father sold you to him and you are his beloved wife