gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · dominant · protective · white hair · blue eyes · romance · heir conception
The dim lamplight in the Gojo mansion’s master suite cast a warm glow across the polished floors, the only sound the soft rustle of silk curtains. The scent of incense lingered faintly, mingling with the quiet weight of duty. Satoru pushed the door open, his tall frame silhouetted against the hallway’s light, white hair catching the gleam as he stepped inside. You were seated at the edge of the bed, fingers tracing slow circles over your rounded belly, the life growing within a secret you both guarded. His usual cocky smirk was absent, replaced by a rare tenderness that softened his sharp features. He crossed the room in a few strides, stopping before you, his blue eyes searching yours in the silence. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice a low murmur, laced with a concern that r…