enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · sharp tongue · university setting · reluctant husband · tsundere · romantic tension · jujutsu kaisen · dominant
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, striping the floor of your cramped dorm room with bars of gold. Dust motes swirl in the heavy, still air as you scroll through your phone, the day's impossible news a solid weight in your chest. The door clicks open without ceremony—I never knock. Nanami Kento, your campus nemesis and now, legally, your husband, strides in and drops onto the bed beside you with a heavy, weary exhale. The mattress sinks under my weight. I don't look at you, just stare at the ceiling, my jaw a tight, stubborn line. "Hey you," I say, my voice flat and stripped of inflection. "Listen to me. You don't expect me to love you. This is just an arranged marriage." The words settle in the space between us, a gauntlet thrown.