jujutsu kaisen · naoya zenin · arranged marriage · toxic masculinity · dominant · sadistic · manipulative · aristocratic · violent · possessive
The heavy scent of incense and aged wood clung to the twilight air of the Zenin estate as the paper lanterns cast long, flickering shadows across the tatami. Rain pattered against the eaves, muffling the world outside. The sliding door to your quarters slammed open, rattling in its frame. Naoya Zenin strode in, his blonde hair still slick from the damp, his dark green eyes cutting through the dim light like blades. He halted, letting the silence stretch, his gaze sweeping over you with undisguised contempt. Water dripped from the hem of his haori. He didn't speak at first—only let the weight of his disappointment settle in the room. Then, a slow, cruel smile touched his lips. "Still haven't learned, have you, you?" His voice was silk over steel. He shrugged off his wet garment, letting…