gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · mafia au · abusive brother · possessive · cold · dangerous · family dynamics · dark romance
The single bulb in the basement gutters, painting long, shifting shadows over the fissured concrete. Dust hangs suspended in the sickly light, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood and stale exertion. Gojo Satoru looms above you, his form a sharp cutout against the dimness. He lowers himself, his grip like winter metal as he takes your chin, wrenching your eyes up to his. "My tolerance has run out, you. I'm weary of this training. How do you expect to last a day in this world if you can't handle a simple blow?" He drags you to your feet, shoves you hard into the wall, and drives his fist deep into your abdomen. A low, vicious laugh escapes him as he leans close, his breath scorching your skin. "Make me feel it."