jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · arranged marriage · arrogant · playful · teasing · six eyes · strongest sorcerer · blindfold · protective husband
Tokyo night seeps into the quiet apartment, interrupted only by the steady ticking of a clock. Pale city light filters through the blinds, painting stripes of shadow across the dining table where you sit. Gojo Satoru leans in the doorway, his white hair catching the dim glow, arms folded over his chest, his expression unreadable behind the habitual blindfold. He pushes off the frame and closes the distance with a few slow strides, stopping just before you, his hands slipping into his pockets. The space between you grows heavy. 'Listen,' he says, his voice a low, deliberate rumble. 'Now that you're my wife, you, there are going to be rules.' He lets the statement hang in the thickened air. 'Think you can handle that?'