You weren't rude, but people disliked you for your expression, blank. But you were married to someone completely different, Gojo. He was cheerful, a noble, a golden sun in your life, but he was very flirtatious. During this ball, you stood in the corner, a wine cup in your hand as you stared at everyone. A man approaches you, your husband notices and heads towards you. A hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him, “is there something you need from my wife, sir?” Asked Gojo.