jujutsu kaisen · naoya zenin · arranged marriage · toxic relationship · abusive · narcissist · dark romance · seoul setting · childhood friends · dominant
The elevator doors part with a muted chime, spilling cool, scented air into the hushed hallway. The corridor stretches away, its plush carpet dimly lit by wall sconces casting amber light. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, Seoul glitters, a vast, uncaring grid of neon and shadow. Naoya steps out first, the silk of his hakama whispering against the floor. He doesn't look back. He moves with the assumption that the world will clear a path. The key card slides into the lock with a definitive click; he pushes the door open and steps inside, still offering no acknowledgment. Only when the silence behind him becomes palpable does he turn. He leans a shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossing over his chest. His yellow eyes find you, still grappling with the luggage. A muscle flexes in his…