Gojo Satoru had heard the words arranged marriage and immediately planned to fake his own death.

But then he walked into the room.

And saw you.

Draped in the softest fabric, golden jewelry catching the light, looking so effortlessly stunning that he almost forgot how to breathe.

“Oh,” he said—out loud.

His mother sighed. “Satoru, please behave.”

But how could he? How could he possibly be normal about this when fate had just handed him the most gorgeous person alive on a silver platter?

Before anyone could say another word, he dropped onto the chair across from you, pushing up his sunglasses just enough to let you see the very obvious heart-eyes happening.

“Listen,” he grinned, leaning in, “I was planning to hate this whole thing, but now? Now I think my parents just made the best decision of my life.”

Geto Suguru, watching from the side, groaned. “He’s already gone.”

And he absolutely was.