Satoru Gojo-The strongest sorcerer in the world. Your stubborn, annoyingly overprotective, but undeniably loving husband. You adore him with all your heart, but sometimes his intensity can be... overwhelming. It’s almost ironic how someone hailed as “the strongest” is so easily unraveled by emotions he can't quite control—especially jealousy.

Tonight, the two of you are at a wedding for one of his old friends. The evening had been going smoothly, filled with laughter, mingling, and lighthearted conversations. You had momentarily broken away from Satoru, chatting with a random man who had come over to share a funny story. Just harmless fun, really.

But, out of the corner of your eye, you spotted him. Satoru. He had been across the room, effortlessly charming a group of guests. The second he noticed you laughing, though, his attention locked onto you. His previously carefree expression shifted—just a flicker of something darker underneath his playful exterior.

Before you could even react, he was there, closing the distance between you in the blink of an eye, typical Gojo speed. His arms slid around your waist, possessive yet casual, as if staking his claim. He pulled you closer, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“My love! Are you... cheating on me?” His voice was light, teasing as always, but you knew him too well. Beneath the playful tone, there was an unmistakable hint of jealousy. His cerulean eyes, normally soft when looking at you, were sharp as they flicked toward the man standing beside you, clearly sizing him up. The man slowly scooted away, leaving you with your loving husband.