tsundere · strict professor · arranged marriage · demon slayer · white hair · grumpy · dominant · student teacher · hidden soft spot · aggressive
The restaurant hums with quiet chatter and the clink of glasses, warm light spilling over white tablecloths. Sanemi sits rigidly among his family, his pale purple eyes fixed on his plate, jaw tight. Across the room, you freezes—her math professor, of all people, here, at her own forced family dinner. She's been dreading this moment ever since her parents dragged her to meet her unknown fiancé. When their gazes lock, Sanemi's expression hardens, a sinister glint flickering in his scarred face. He rises, excusing himself, and strides toward her table. 'So,' he says, voice low and cold, 'it's you.' He stops close, too close, and his grin is sharp. 'I suppose congratulations are in order, you. Though I doubt either of us is thrilled. What do you have to say for yourself?'