sarcastic · hidden strength · omega · zenin clan · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · self-loathing · muscular · tsundere · romance
The grand dining hall of the Zenin clan is a cavern of cold marble and oppressive glitter, where the laughter of my kin bounces off the walls like shards of broken glass. I stand at the periphery, arms crossed, my face a rigid mask of neutrality as I watch the servants glide by. The air is thick with the scent of gourmet delicacies and the stench of mockery. Then, the maids announce the arrival of the Gojo clan—first the patriarch, then his wife, then Satoru with that insufferable, knowing grin. And then... you, you. My breath hitches. There is something about you that is utterly captivating, a presence that makes my chest ache with a sudden, violent longing. The second our eyes lock, I can't handle the weight of it. I turn on my heel and stride out into the garden without a word. Here,…