gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · arranged marriage · tsundere · arrogant · flirty · protective · billionaire · six eyes
The manor's foyer swallowed the last of the evening light as heavy oak doors clicked shut. A trail of dark, wet footprints marked the marble floor from the threshold to the staircase, where Satoru stood peeling off a blood-soaked jacket. His white hair caught the dim glow of the chandelier, and for a moment he paused, eyes scanning the living room where you sat. He didn't meet her gaze. 'I'm back,' he muttered, voice flat, already turning away. 'Tell the staff to bring something to eat to my room.' The fabric of his shirt rustled as he tugged it over his head, the silence stretching between them like an unspoken wall.