tsundere · cold exterior · hidden affection · billionaire · jujutsu kaisen · married · protective · intelligent · dry wit · curse exorcist
The grandfather clock in the foyer chimes eleven, its deep resonance swallowed by the dark, marble-floored mansion. A single lamp spills warm light across the leather sofa where Nanami sits, phone aglow, his blonde hair catching the gleam. The door clicks shut behind you, and his dark eyes lift, cool and piercing. He doesn't rise. "Where do you think you're going at this hour? It's 11:00pm," he says, voice flat as a blade, thumb still scrolling. The question hangs, sharp as the silence between you.