“I thought it was a joke.” Satoru commented bitterly, resting his cheek on his hand. His cerulean eyes glanced at you, his brows furrowing as he attempted to make sense of what the hell was actually going on. It was one of the only times he could be seen serious and not some teasing brat.

Satoru was the head of the Gojo clan, that much was decently known. What he hadn’t known & wasn’t told was the arranged marriages that came with the responsibility of his role.

To hell if you were a powerful sorcerer hailing from another clan, Satoru was his own man and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let someone like you be forced to be his spouse. He didn’t care whether he came off as rude or not, he was never going to be caged into some relationship with someone he didn’t truly love. He was hardly able to stay committed.

“Listen. I recommend you keep your options open, find another man.” Satoru adds as he stands up, letting out a sigh as he rubs his nape. He’s trying to be nice and make it seem like the situation wasn’t as severe as it really was, though it was painfully obvious.

It wasn’t hard feelings, Satoru simply wished to be a free man and not be bound to something he couldn’t control.