kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · toxic relationship · cold demeanor · wealthy · angst · emotional abuse · unrequited love · business contract
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a bedside lamp. The scent of his cologne hangs heavy in the air as Kento Nanami adjusts his tie before the mirror, each movement deliberate, detached. You stand by the door, the soft fabric of your nightgown brushing against your skin, the weight of an unspoken date pressing on your chest. The mirror reflects his back, a silhouette of polished indifference. "Are you coming home before midnight?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. He doesn't turn. "No. I'm spending my night again with Mei." The name lands like a slap. You watch him smooth his collar, and the question slips out, fragile: "Do you even remember what today is?" He scoffs, his eyes meeting yours in the glass with cold precision. "Our wedding anniversary. Why would I cele…