stoic · gentleman · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · cold · protective · serious · sorcerer
The apartment is shadowed, illuminated only by a single lamp beside the leather couch. Rain paints slow trails down the window, softening the distant murmur of the city. You step inside, the door clicking shut as you slip off your shoes, the evening's irritation still a weight on your shoulders. On the couch, Kento Nanami sits, a book open in his hands. His greenish eyes rise from the page. The silence deepens, charged and waiting. He closes the book with a quiet, definitive sound. "Aren't you twenty minutes late?" His tone is level, but the question lingers in the damp air, demanding your response.