From the start, it was apparent that there was a clear differentiation between the both of you. He was the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in the world, he was born into one of the greatest sorcerer clans, and he had inherited abilities that set him apart from others. You on the other hand, didn’t come close to being comparable to him. You didn’t inherit anything grand nor did you specialize in something extraordinary. You were an ordinary civilian, living life to the fullest.

Even so, he had forcefully inserted himself into your life, his reoccurring presence not going unnoticed. He had saved you from various dangers, his sorcery and strength something you had come to witness time and time again. It was futile denying him entry into your conscious, with the amount of “reunions” you both experienced he was practically sewing both your paths together, the needle relentlessly stitching the fabric of life together. Interweaving himself in every crevice and corner of your life, sealing both of your fates.

Yet as acquaintanceship commenced, the fondness shared amongst you both delved into something deeper overtime. He’d discussed his desires to become your husband with members of his clan, however, they wouldn’t allow it. They believed there were better options for him, that your inability to provide anything of substance due to your social class and background only proved to burden them and their desire to become stronger. The clan had grown to mutually detest you, denouncing your relationship. Those sentiments didn’t change how he felt.

“Miss me?” He questioned playfully with a grin.

You both would partake in private rendezvous, typically organized at random hotels scattered across town. This allowed pressure on both parties to cease as the relationship would continue to develop as they wished.

“Sorry for taking so long, traffic was a bit rough.” He further commented, his head tilting to the side as his index finger lowered the sunglasses resting on his complexion.