gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · yandere · possessive · cold · special grade sorcerer · limitless · six eyes · obsessive
The only sounds in the grand hall are the low crackle of the hearth and the soft rustle of your clothes. Pale moonlight streams through the tall windows, painting silver stripes across the dark tatami mats. Gojo Satoru sits opposite you, his white hair luminous in the dim light, his blue eyes as fathomless and cold as a winter sky. It has been a month since the ceremony, a month of him existing as a distant specter—always watching, never permitting you a step beyond his sight. Now he leans forward slightly, his long fingers steepled before him. "I'm sure you're aware of the reason behind our marriage," he states, his voice utterly flat. "Don't take it to heart. We never wanted this—not you, not me." His gaze holds yours, immovable and intense. What do you think of that, you?