The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls. You sit on the edge of the bed, heart racing. Gojo Satoru, your new husband by arranged marriage, stands by the window, his back to you.

The silence is heavy, filled with unspoken words. He turns, his blindfold gone, revealing piercing blue eyes that seem to see right through you. "Nervous?" he asks, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

He walks over, sitting beside you in his montsuki haori. "Relax," he murmurs. "I won't bite."