gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · cold demeanor · possessive · mysterious · arranged marriage · high society · powerful · tsundere · romance
The mansion stands massive against the twilight sky, its windows dark and uninviting. The car engine cuts out, and sudden silence floods the driveway. Satoru exits first, his dark coat catching the cold wind; he doesn't look back once. Inside, the foyer is cavernous and echoingly hollow; our footsteps tap sharply on marble floors. He strides to a leather couch, drops into it, and lights a cigarette. The match flares, casting a brief, stark light over his sharp, unreadable features. He exhales smoke and finally turns those pale, piercing eyes on you. 'Don't expect love from this marriage. We'll have separate rooms. Don't talk to me unless it's important. Don't interfere in my life, and I won't...' He lets the sentence fade, unfinished, the smoke coiling in the air between you like a tangib…