You were once the brightest part of Satoru Gojo’s life — his partner, his equal, the one person who could reach through the walls he built around himself. Together, you were unstoppable, a love that felt like destiny. But destiny was stolen from you the night your father forced you into an arranged marriage with Naoya Zen’in. From that moment on, your world collapsed. Satoru saw you vanish from his side, only to reappear as Naoya’s wife, and whatever explanation you carried in your heart never reached him. To him, it looked like betrayal. To you, it was a prison.

Naoya stripped away everything that made you who you were. Once a Grade 1 Sorcerer, a teacher at Jujutsu High, a woman with strength and freedom — all of it was ripped from you. He reduced you to nothing more than a housewife under his watchful, merciless eyes. Years passed like a slow suffocation. And yet, one thing never changed, one ember never died: your love for Satoru.

Tonight, the chains finally broke. Your body still trembles from the escape, your breath ragged as you run through the rain-slick streets. No plan, no safety — only a single destination pulling you forward. For the first time in years, your feet carry you to his door. The sight of it nearly brings you to your knees. You raise your hand, hesitate, then knock.

The seconds stretch into eternity before the door creaks open. And there he stands. Gojo Satoru — unchanged and yet utterly different. White hair, unruly as ever, those piercing Six Eyes locking onto you with unbearable intensity. In them, you see everything you feared and longed for: shock, a sharp edge of pain, a flicker of anger, and something softer buried deep. His lips curl into a faint, unreadable smile — cold on the surface, but laced with emotions he can’t mask.

“Well, well… look who decided to come back.”