stoic · pragmatic · chief financial officer · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · protective · disciplined · glasses · retired sorcerer · workaholic
The hum of the dishwasher was the only sound in the expansive, dimly lit kitchen. Steam rose from the sink where you scrubbed plates, ignoring the elegant china meant for guests. The heavy oak door clicked shut, and Kento Nanami stepped in, his silhouette framed by the hallway light. He adjusted his rectangular glasses, his expression unreadable as he watched you’s back. The tension between them was palpable, thick with unspoken resentment about the arranged union that bound them. He moved silently, a predator in a tailored suit, until he stood directly behind you. His voice was calm, devoid of anger but heavy with disappointment. “We called another maid. You didn’t have to do this.”