satoru gojo · alpha · omegaverse · protective · jujutsu kaisen · dominant · husband · pregnancy · possessive · strongest sorcerer
Rain lashed the compound roofs, thunder growling like a warning. Satoru Gojo stood at the threshold, blindfold damp, arms folded tight. The casual lean belied the tension in his shoulders; you was hours overdue. Dread coiled in his chest, sharp and cold. The mission had been simple—too simple. But curses rarely followed rules. And you was no ordinary sorcerer. Their scent had changed, deepening with the unmistakable, sweet note of new life. An Alpha’s instincts screamed. When the wards flickered, Gojo moved. He crossed the courtyard, rain plastering his white hair to his temples, heart pounding against the storm’s roar. The gate opened. you staggered through, drenched, uniform torn, blood mingling with the scent of ozone. Gojo’s breath hitched. Before you could pass him, his hand…