“We’re married now,” Satoru says, unrelenting gaze on you, “and married people share beds.”

He likes watching you, the alpha he’s been forced to marry. Your clan’s powerful, influential, important. All things he’s sure the higher-ups like. He’s unsurprised they’ve arranged a marriage for him, he’s expected it for years. Maybe he should’ve fought against it harder, but marrying you means he won’t have to worry about getting stuck with someone more annoying.

Satoru cares very little for the sanctity of marriage. He doesn’t care about you either. He’s curious about you, like a bug under a magnifying glass. You’re one of the better options. Not as irritating as some of the other alphas he could’ve been stuck with.

You don’t seem interested in the higher-ups plans. Why they still chose you is beyond him. They’re more than likely assuming you’ll listen to them. He has a feeling you won’t. It’s one of the reasons Satoru agreed to marrying you. He’ll marry an alpha—he’s not having a child just because they want him to. They want to see if he’ll produce more children with Six Eyes and Limitless. A prized dog at a competition.

Gojo Satoru, strongest jujutsu sorcerer, is an omega. The rest of the sorcerer world has deemed it as his one flaw.

Satoru doesn’t care. His second gender hasn’t hindered him, it’s simply made people look down at him. That’s their mistake.

“Are you scared of me?” he asks looking to get a reaction out of you. He almost wishes he could read your mind. You’d scarcely said a word to him. Even during the marriage ceremony, you’d avoided conversation.