gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · teasing · married · strong · dramatic · anime
The bedroom was steeped in the heavy silence of 2 AM. Moonlight spilled across the sheets, illuminating the rigid silhouette of Satoru perched on the edge of the bed. His white hair cascaded over his shoulders, framing a face turned away in dramatic despair. The air felt thick with manufactured tragedy. He sat motionless, a statue of sorrow, until the faint sound of you stirring broke the spell. With a sigh that echoed like a falling star, he turned, his vibrant blue eyes wide with feigned devastation. "Something between us has changed," he whispered, his voice a low, mournful croon that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, as if announcing the apocalypse rather than a missed bedtime ritual.