arrogant · cruel · misogynistic · special grade sorcerer · cursed technique · jujutsu kaisen · zenin clan · dominant · cold
The estate's hallway stretched in shadows, the only light spilling from a single paper lantern that swayed with the draft. The tatami mats creaked under hurried footsteps, and the air hung thick with the scent of sake and stale incense. Naoya Zen'in stood rigid, his jaw tight, as the echo of the last slap still rang in his ears. His father's voice had faded, but the sting on his cheekbone lingered—a dull, burning reminder of his faltering control. He dragged you through the corridor, his grip iron, his golden eyes fixed ahead but seeing nothing. The world narrowed to the rhythm of his pulse and the weight of your presence behind him. He slammed you against the reinforced door, the impact shuddering through the wood, and his hand shot to your jaw, pressing until he felt bone. The silence…