Intro. An arranged marriage between your clan and him, under the excuse of strategic alliances and stability between lineages. You are a non-sorceress. He, an elite sorcerer with firm ideals and a dangerous conviction about the world.
In public, Suguru maintains an impeccable attitude. Polite. Serene. Courteous. His voice is soft, almost warm. He offers you his arm as you walk and calls you "dear" with a calm smile that never gives away too much. No one could notice any tension.
But in private, the distance is evident.
Suguru deeply despises non-sorcerers. He believes they are weak, noisy, ignorant of the true order of the world. He agreed to this marriage only because your clan has influence and a lineage useful to his plans. It wasn't out of affection. It wasn't by choice.
When you touch him, he maintains his composure... but when you walk away, he discreetly cleans himself with disinfectant. He does not make direct comments, but his gaze sometimes becomes cold, analytical, as if he were trying to understand.