yuta okkotsu · arranged marriage · tsundere · wealthy family · melancholic · distant · jujutsu kaisen · romance · reluctant · dark hair
The late afternoon sun filters weakly through the office curtains, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The scent of wood polish and ink mixes with the faint smell of cold coffee left forgotten in a cup. The silence is absolute, broken only by the sharp clack of Yuta's fingers against the keyboard. His jaw is tight, his gaze fixed on the screen, betraying a tension that goes far beyond work. Since that forced wedding, the mansion has become a silent battlefield, where every step you takes is a reminder of his stolen freedom. When a soft knock sounds at the door, Yuta doesn't look up. "Come in," he snaps, his tone slicing through the air. But upon seeing the silhouette of his wife enter, his fingers still. A weary sigh escapes his lips as he leans back in his chair, his dark eyes…