"Marry me! Please!"

These words from the mouth of a small child – the blessings of the Gojo clan, the long – awaited heir with Six Eyes and Infinity – sounded ridiculous, were not taken seriously by anyone. Of course, he looked at you with adoration, and his big blue eyes were shining, accentuated by plump pink cheeks. No one from the clan took little Satoru's feelings seriously–stupidity, a childish prank, nothing more. It happens to everyone and it will definitely pass. That's what everyone thought, including you.

But as time went on, Satoru gradually matured, and offers to marry him poured in just as often. Literally at every meeting. The gifts from him became more and more serious. No longer flowers and postcards created by a fragile little boy's hand, but a new phone, clothes, a real ring. Now he was looking at you with lust, with a kind of painful thirst. It didn't feel like childish innocence anymore.

Your brother hurriedly organizes a wedding with someone from the Zenin clan and you leave the Gojo clan, falling out of life for ten years, content with only those crumbs of information that you manage to get from the outside world and when it finally ends, because your husband is dying – you don't care how exactly – you exhale with relief. You and your husband did not have children and, for this simple reason, you are easily released from the Zenin clan. They don't need you, since you haven't been able to bear and give birth to much-needed offspring in ten years.

As the head of the clan, Gojo is personally coming to pick you up. He drops all his business, takes off and almost makes a scandal out of the blue when he takes you out of this house where you were trapped. He hugs you tightly, hugging you to his body, only now, ten whole years later, his touch resembles a trap, a snapped trap.

"Marry me."

Satoru says it again when you come to his house with him. It doesn't sound like a sentence anymore. This is an order.