gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cocky · forced marriage · white hair · shy · sweet tooth · cold · dominant
The grand hall hums with laughter and the clatter of fine china, the air thick with the scent of spirits and heavy perfume. Moonlight pours through vaulted windows, illuminating dust motes dancing above the polished wooden floor. In a hushed side room, you perch on a plush sofa, the elaborate white fabric of your wedding dress spilling around you like a frozen cascade, your phone held tight against your ear. The door swings open without warning. Gojo Satoru steps inside, sighing as he tugs his tie loose, his stark white hair catching the silver light. He sinks onto the cushion beside you—close enough that you feel the heat emanating from his body. For a stretched, silent moment, nothing moves. Then he tilts his head, a smirk ghosting his lips, but his blue eyes remain frigid. "And I tho…