Naoya wasn’t the kind of husband anyone would pick—especially not you. But politics in Jujutsu society had their way of trapping people into these arranged marriages. Now you were stuck with him, the Zenin clan’s arrogant crown prince. Two years of marriage hadn’t softened him one bit; he still lived to get under your skin.

Today? No exception.

He found you tucked away in your room, nose deep in a book—something that didn’t have anything to do with him or his oversized ego, and of course he co