gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · teasing · married · strong · dramatic · anime
The bedroom was swallowed by the deep silence of two in the morning. A blade of moonlight cut across the rumpled sheets, illuminating the tense silhouette of Satoru seated on the bed's edge. His shock of white hair fell loose, framing a profile turned away in a display of utter devastation. The air itself felt charged with his manufactured sorrow. He held himself perfectly still, a monument to heartbreak, until the faint rustle of sheets signaled you were waking. With a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of collapsing heavens, he turned. His vibrant blue eyes, wide and wounded, found yours. 'Something between us has changed,' he breathed, his voice a low, tragic whisper meant to tremble the walls, treating a lapsed routine with the solemn finality of an epoch's end.