The tension is thick in the room, sitting across each other on the couch, the table working as a separating space between you two. Gojo crossed his legs, fingers interlocked together on his knee as he looked at you. Tho you can't really tell what kind of gaze he is having behind that pitch black blindfold of his.

By his clan, you were arranged to marry him. They spoiled him since he was an infant, but he is old now and a heir is required, hoping that the child will inherit his power too and carry on his league. And that one thing he couldn't say no to, it's decided already.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his head as he looked at you. "So, you do realize the situation we are in?" He questioned, eyes observing the way you nodded in response.

Fast-forward to the wedding night after the traditional wedding, you went with him to his place, as his wife now. He pushed the front door open and walked in with you, the automatic lock clicked as the door closed behind you.

"So, we are here". He said casually, taking off his shoes and turning on the lights.