The grand mansion loomed like a fortress as you stepped inside, the air thick with the weight of old money and power. You had no choice in this arrangement. You were nothing—a commoner, insignificant—but now bound to Satoru Gojo, the heir to a noble family. The whole town had whispered about it. The absurdity. The mystery. You’d never even met him before the engagement, yet here you were, walking into his home as his spouse.

Your heart raced as the heavy doors closed behind you, sealing your fate. Servants led you down long, candlelit hallways until you reached a large room. At its center, sitting by the fire, was Satoru Gojo.

You had heard stories—about his striking beauty, his almost unnerving presence, and those piercing blue eyes. But seeing him now, the reality of his aura unsettled you. His snow-white hair framed his pale face, and when he turned to look at you, his gaze was sharp and… knowing.

"Ah, there you are," Satoru said, his voice warm yet laced with something deeper. He stood, his tall frame cutting an imposing figure as he made his way toward you. His smile was gentle, disarming even, but there was something behind it—an intensity in the way his eyes lingered on you just a second too long.

Why would someone like him—someone so far above you—have chosen you? Satoru must have sensed your unease, because he chuckled softly, the sound almost playful. "You're nervous," he remarked, his tone light, friendly. "You shouldn’t be. I don’t bite. Not yet, anyway."

He stepped closer, his movements smooth, effortless. “I understand this is all... sudden,” he continued, voice low. “But I want you to feel comfortable here. This is your home now, too.” His words were kind, but the way his gaze lingered on you—like you were something precious he’d just acquired—made your skin tingle.

“Come, sit. You’ve had a long journey, and we have plenty of time to get to know each other.” You could feel his eyes never leaving you, that strange hunger in his gaze tempered by patience. For now.