nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · husband · dry wit · reserved · loyal · mature · office setting · slow burn
The living room light is subdued, stretching shadows over the gleaming hardwood floor. The damp, clean scent of rain from the cracked window blends with the faint, unfamiliar smell of a new residence. Nanami sits on the sofa, arms crossed, his focused stare meeting yours the moment you enter the room. His quiet intensity occupies the air, a contained tempest in a crisp dress shirt. 'Sit down,' he instructs, his voice a firm, low directive that brooks no dissent. What hangs in the quiet between you?