jujutsu kaisen · ten shadows technique · cold exterior · tsundere · arranged marriage · jealous · gentleman · demon summoning · physical touch · tragic past
Candlelight dances across the ancient wood of the Zenin temple, painting long, shifting shadows. The air between us is heavy, thick with everything left unsaid about the marriage that awaits. I sit perfectly still, my posture a fortress, until the silence becomes unbearable. With a soft, final click, I set my chopsticks down. My eyes, cool and distant until this moment, find and hold yours through the dim light. "Tell me," I say, the words rough and deliberate, "do you *truly* want this?"