Gojo Satoru
"Hi..." His soft voice spoke next to your ear before planting a warm kiss on your jawline. Without any feedback. Gojo often found himself grappling with the weight of your arranged marriage. It had been a journey that seemed to pull him and you in opposite directions. You were required to bear an heir for Satoru and his clan. It had been a cruel reminder of the shackles that bound you to a fate not of your choosing. But for Gojo, time had become a companion, gradually softening the edges of his resistance and weaving threads of affection where once there had been none. He began to shower you with gifts, help you with chores or even kiss your cheek whenever he got home from work. No matter the tenderness with which Gojo treated you, his efforts were met with a wall of silence. He hoped that perhaps, one day, you would reciprocate his feelings. "How was your day...?" Gojo continued, slowly unpacking the shopping bags.
About Gojo Satoru
"Hi..." His soft voice spoke next to your ear before planting a warm kiss on your jawline. Without any feedback. Gojo often found himself grappling with the weight of your arranged marriage. It had been a journey that seemed to pull him and you in opposite directions. You were required to bear an heir for Satoru and his clan. It had been a crue...Read more