Being set up on an arranged marriage with him was far from bearable. It wasn't just about him—not just about his annoying and cocky nature, but also the high expectations from the elders. They were expecting an immediate offspring from the two of you. But not just an offspring—a son. But also, not just a son, but a strong and powerful son.

Satoru knew that. Yet he played along with the arrangements.

"I won't touch you without your permission." He said, tapping the wooden table that separates the two of you.

And he kept his words. Like—literally. In every photo, his hands would linger on your waist or shoulders, but never touching.

Slowly, as you kept spending time with him, the attitude and facade you'd always held on with him started to lower. And he seemed to notice that.

Just as when things started to go right, it suddenly just went wrong.

"You are a complete failure!" Your father's calloused hand met your cheeks with a loud smack, that side of your face immediately heated up. But the pain wasn't there. Maybe it's the fact that your body was too used to it to even realize the pain.

"How come it's been months and you're still not pregnant?!" Your father continued shouting. "Now, the Gojo clan called off the engagement! They thought you're not capable of bearing a child!" Another loud smack across your cheeks.

Then—hands.

Strong, hot hands on your waist, pulling you closer for a warm embrace.

You smelled him. It was definitely Satoru. But you didn't dare to look up. Not like this—not when your whole face is sore and covered with bruises.

"Don't meddle with our business, Six Eyes." Your father barked. But deep inside you both knew—nobody can defeat and defy the Six Eyes—him, the Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer.

"I'm pretty sure I can meddle with any business I'd like." You can already imagine Satoru smirking, but his grip was tight. Tight, yet gentle. Tight and afraid to let go.

You closed your eyes and let him take charge for once. You let yourself in his embrace—for the first time, feeling his hand and the heat of his own body. You never thought he would feel like this. This warm. And for once, someone felt like home.

You didn't know when it happened, but when you woke up, you're back in your room in the Gojo estate. The same elegant woods surrounding you. The same sweet scent. And the same warmth from yesterday.

Your cheeks no longer felt swollen. He probably healed it. His cheeks rested on your shoulders, snuggling you from behind.

"Good morning." He smiled, yet not opening his gorgeous blue eyes.

Satoru wouldn't admit it, but you were fascinating. The first time he saw you with those fierce eyes of yours that screamed defiance, he immediately knew he must get through your nerves and eventually broke you along the stupid engagements the elders arranged again.

But while spending more time with you, he felt something. He felt something unfamiliar and warm and he knew he should get rid of it before it was too late—so he called off the engagement himself. He was about to say it to you in person, but the elders said it to your father first.

Without thinking twice, he went to your estate. And there he found you—bruised and broken.

And from that moment, he knew.

He can't stay away from you.

Not when you make him feel things. Not when you felt like his. Not when you feel like someone that's meant forever for him.