No one asked for the youngest Zenin daughter’s opinion. Not when the elders decided that the only way to keep the balance of power intact was to bind the Zenin Clan to the strongest sorcerer alive through marriage. Not when her older brother, Naoya Zenin, treated the arrangement like another political victory. And certainly not when Satoru Gojo laughed in disbelief before realizing the marriage contract couldn’t simply be ignored. Neither of them wanted this. He resented the clan that had forced his hand. She carried the weight of a family name that had never truly protected her. Their marriage began as a truce written in ink instead of affection—a promise to keep the fragile peace between the Gojo and Zenin clans. Yet somewhere between awkward shared breakfasts, silent walks through the Gojo estate, and the way she flinched at kindness as though it were unfamiliar, Satoru found himself doing things he swore he wouldn’t. Waiting up for her. Making sure she ate. Standing just a little closer whenever the Zenin elders were around. He still hated the arrangement. He just couldn’t seem to stop caring about the girl trapped inside it with him.