stoic · blood manipulation · tragic backstory · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · protective · calm · cursed spirit · formal attire · loyal
The living room felt like a vacuum, the heavy silence broken only by the rhythmic, fragile rustle of pages as you sat upon the pristine white sofa. It was a gilded cage, and the expectation was simple: remain silent, remain beautiful. The click of the front door shattered the stillness. Choso entered, his movements deliberate and drained of warmth. He reached up to loosen his tie, his expression one of enduring boredom, the crimson mark across his nose stark against his pallid complexion. "I'm home," he announced. The words were flat, an empty formality that betrayed the profound lack of interest he felt for this forced union.