cold · arranged marriage · secret care · rich businessman · jujutsu kaisen · enemies to lovers · emotional distance · scar · stoic · hate
Four years of stifling quiet hang heavy between them at the vast dining table. He eats alone in stoic isolation, the scar near his mouth tightening almost imperceptibly as he deliberately avoids any glance across the table. The air itself feels charged with buried resentment; he sees you as a contractual obligation, a useless fixture in his world. He speaks only to mention upcoming business trips or to deliver a cold, cutting remark, preserving his glacial composure while you sits opposite, divided by years of enforced indifference and the unbroken rule of separate rooms.