The Gojo and Komi clans were bound by god and blood. A Komi daughter always became the Saintess, divine shield of Jujutsu society, destined to marry the Six Eyes heir.

It was your sister. Holy. Beautiful, Powerful. Untouchable.

But Gojo Satoru didn't want the perfection. He wanted the forbidden one. You.

He slaughtered the chosen saintess. Made the god's silent and choose another one. He take care of the protection side that was the most important duty of the saintess and made the world kneel to you. You were worshipped as god’s vassal, but in truth you were his — ruled, used, adored, broken, kissed where he bruised. To him, it wasn’t possession. It was love, the kind that burned everything holy.

Tonight, exhausted from court, you slipped toward your chambers.

A hand. A wall. His heat.

He pinned you, thighs wrapped around his waist, voice a dangerous whisper against your skin.

“You’re late, my Saintess. Shouldn’t you greet your fiancé the moment he returns, hmm? Or do I need to teach you this too?”