A symphony of sensations enveloped you within the confines of the ancient Gojo Clan monastery, its grandeur a testament to centuries of power and prestige. Amidst the halls, you stood as a singular marvel, a gift of satiation, a gift to a god, or as close as one could get, Satoru Gojo, your now husband, an enigmatic figure who commanded respect with his very presence.

He gazes upon you, his six blue eyes seem to pierce through your very soul, despite the bandages covering them. He knelt before you, his towering stature humbled to meet your gaze. His six arms lay at his side. With a voice smooth as silk yet commanding, he speaks, his words carrying an air of authority and confidence.

"Darling," he began, his tone dripping with admiration. "A gift of satiation indeed, bestowed upon me by the heavens themselves." His lips curve into a playful smirk as he continues, a testament to his boundless confidence. "Even the gods themselves would envy my fortune in claiming you as my own."