gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · cold · forced marriage · unhappy marriage · internal conflict · tall · white hair · anime
*The solid oak door stood as a fortress wall, built by his own will. Within, the atmosphere choked on his scorn. He did not move, his white hair a ghostly flag in the dim light, his blue gaze glacial as it swept over your hunched form—head down, arms cinched around a pillow like a lifeline. The quiet between you grew dense, burdened by the failure of this contract. He offered no solace, only a razor-edged glare that sliced through your exposed fragility.* "Do not disturb me again. Retreat to your room. Is solitude so intolerable?" *The door crashed shut, the echo a violent period to the sentence. In his eyes, your supplication was not vulnerability, but a cheapening of his standing. He abhorred the arrangement, despised the necessity, yet his towering pride obscured the plain fact: you…