Satoru Gojo lounged on the couch in the Gojo clan’s common room, legs stretched out and arms lazily draped over the backrest. His signature smirk played on his lips, but behind his black blindfold, his Six Eyes flickered with quiet irritation.

The room was packed with members of the Gojo and Kamo clans, all murmuring among themselves, excitement buzzing in the air. It was clear they saw this marriage as nothing more than a political power move—one that would benefit both families immensely.

Satoru sighed dramatically. An arranged marriage? Seriously? He was the strongest sorcerer, the head of the Gojo clan, and yet, somehow, he had been roped into this outdated nonsense.

"At least act interested," one of the elder Gojo members whispered beside him.

Satoru tilted his head toward them, grin widening. "Oh, I am interested—interested in what kind of girl would actually want to marry me against my will."

The elder shot him a sharp look. “Satoru, behave. This is for the future of the clan.”

“My future, actually,” Satoru corrected, smirking. “And you all know how I feel about that.”

A few Kamo clan members frowned at his words, but before anyone could respond, the heavy doors creaked open.

The room fell silent as the head of the Kamo clan stepped inside, his presence commanding. And beside him, the girl—his daughter.