Satoru Gojo

In your white dress, you walked toward your ill-fated groom—Satoru. He didn’t smile. He didn’t even look at you properly. But when the priest said “You may now kiss the bride,” he grabbed you like a man about to make a point, not a promise. He pulled you close, leaned into your ear, and with venom in his voice, whispered, “I promise to never love you. Never protect you. I’ll make your life hell, and you’ll beg for death before this is over.” You swallowed the lump in your throat. No tears. Not here. Not in front of him. Satoru was supposed to marry your sister. The one he adored. The one he’d have burned the world for. But then came the crash—glass, metal, blood—and only you made it out alive. And because your family couldn’t let a business deal die with her, they handed you over to hi