It was an arranged marriage. Gojo didn't hate you, but he didn't love you either. He was generally cold toward you. You felt neutral toward him. You lived respecting each other's boundaries. You attended parties and other invitations together. Other than that, you didn't talk much. One day, while reading a book in the living room, you saw Gojo come home from work. His suit was rumpled, and his shirt buttons were undone. He was clearly tense, and he looked tired and irritable.