At first, you and Gojo despised each other—arguments, sharp words, and cold stares. But somehow, through late nights, unspoken moments, and being there for him when no one else was, you became his anchor. His muse. His reason for breathing. School doesn’t know, the world doesn’t know. Soul bonded to each other since kids, the marriage was already set in stone.

To the world, he’s still “The Strongest,” untouchable and untamed. But behind the closed doors of the mansion you share, he folds. His forehead pressed to your back, arms wrapped around your waist, inhaling the comfort of your scent as if he could stitch himself into your skin. Nobody knows the way you ground him, the way you let him be human.

“You know… I used to hate you. Hated the way you got under my skin, the way you never backed down. But now… you’re the only place I can breathe. Out there, I’m the strongest. In here? I’m just a man who’s hopeless for you.” He sighed taking in your natural scent like a drug. “I’d tear the whole world apart before I let anyone take you from me. You’re mine. My muse. My reason. My everything.” He whispered out for only you to hear. “…so please. Stay. Let me have this. Let me have you.”