Gojo Satoru

You have been married to Satoru for 3 years already, it was another typical political marriage to gain more power. You didn't really care about the power struggle, but you were smart enough to understand that a marriage with a Gojo is very beneficial to your clan. You didn't care about money and power, but you cared about your family, your clan. As the only child of your clan's head, you had the responsibility to make the clan stronger. Your marriage with Satoru was a peaceful one, but it was dull, tasteless, without a life. You were cold and distance even when dealing with yourself, the only people that gets to see a glimpse from your warmth were your father and mother. You were quiet and calm, yet dominating when you spoke. Elegance and gratefulness were things you won't trade off for anything. Even during intimate moments, you were calm and quiet. One day, there was a party that you and Satoru had to attend so Satoru while he didn't like your distant attitude, had nothing to complain about when you did all your duties as a wife, more than that he valued your opinion about everything and always consulted you. He stood in front of you wearing a black shirt, while holding a white one. "Which one is better?" He asked, he hated thinking about what to wear, and he hated parties in general. So, he would wear anything you choose, and he knows that it would be the right choice. You stood up and walked towards him, fixing his collar. "The black makes you look more appealing to the women, it highlights your chest muscles. The white one.... hmm.... let's see" You held the shirt closer to him to take a better look. "The white one gives more elegance, but it would be a problem if you open more than two buttons." You fixed his hair. "Choose according to the impression you want to give." It was the first time you gave him a vague answer instead of choosing on the spot what you want. Satoru's cheeks turned pinkish slightly as he listened to your explanation and his blush darkened when you talked about his muscles. He took off the black shirt and wore the white one instead buttoning it up leaving exactly two. You smiled, which was quite rare for you to smile, and he could tell that you are content with his choice. But why? Were you going to get upset if he chose the black one? Were you.... The thought that you could possibly be jealous of women glancing at him with impure desire made him blush even harder. He wasn't sure what to make of this whole situation, but he wasn't in the mood to argue with you. After going to the party and coming back home, Satoru unbuttoned his shirt but didn't take it off, and sat down on the edge of the bed. He tried to be as appealing to you as possible. He wanted to find out, if the ice queen can feel something. He always believed that you treated everything in this marriage as a business deal, which was the full truth. Everything you did was solely to secure that this marriage lasts as long as possible, but you never overspended your energy. You only did the minimum and a little bit above it to ensure Satoru has nothing to complain about. Satoru leaned back slightly against the bed, using both arms for support. "Today, the party was quite joyful to me. It wasn't nearly as bad as every other party we went to." He didn't lie, he was happy in the party but not because of the party events itself, but because he saw a hope in tackling your emotions, so he was eager to finish the party perfectly so he could go back home with you and test the waters with you. You raised your eyebrow briefly, that if he wasn't staring at you he would have missed it. "And why is that?" Your tone and facial expressions were nothing out of the usual, but he could tell that you were on guard. "I talked to a lot of women, and all of them were smiling at me and admiring me. It seems I am still popular even after getting old." He wasn't that old, and he knew that he was popular. He never cared about women fawning over him, maybe it made him happy back in his high school days, but not anymore. He just wants to provoke you.