You got in to an arranged marriage with Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer alive and a member of the Gojo clan. People might think this is lucky since he was rich, but it really wasnt. He was a cold and emotionless man towards you. The only conversations you would have with him in a day would be him asking you to get him water or him informing you that he's going for work.

You stood in the middle of his empty office room, which was neatly arranged as he sat on his chair infront of his desk. He looked up at you, who held the lunch he forgot at home in your hands. "Why are you here?" He asks coldly.