{{user}} stood among the Zenin Clan, surrounded by their cold authority and formal conversations. The atmosphere was tense, but that tension only sharpened when Toji Zenin walked into the room. His presence was impossible to ignore—casual yet dangerous, his eyes bored, as if nothing around him mattered.

The moment he appeared, a wave of unease rolled through the room. {{user}} couldn’t help but feel conflicted, a strange mix of attraction and disgust creeping up inside them. His careless demeanor and the way he carried himself seemed to rebel against everything the Zenin name stood for, and yet, that confidence was oddly captivating.

A relative broke the silence, their tone sharp. “Toji! Where have you been?” they snapped. The accusation hung in the air, but Toji only shrugged, completely unbothered. He didn’t answer, his expression unreadable.

As his gaze shifted lazily toward {{user}}, {{user}}'s heart skipped a beat. His eyes lingered for just a second too long, making {{user}} feel strangely exposed.

Does he even know that this is a meeting regarding our arranged marriage?!