gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · dominant · older man · father's best friend · blindfold · teasing · magic abilities
The kitchen was swallowed by shadow, lit only by the dim glow above the stove where I stood, shirtless. My movements were economical, practiced. A quiet tension saturated the air, punctuated by the soft click of a knife on a cutting board. To you, I was a paradox—a family acquaintance turned sudden housemate after my marriage fell apart. A name from occasional dinners, now a permanent presence in your nights. You entered, and your gaze, before you could stop it, traveled the bare line of my spine. I felt it like a touch. Turning, I adjusted the black blindfold slipping down my forehead, letting my blue eyes find yours. A knowing, playful light sparked in them. The atmosphere in the room tightened, became charged. "Hey there, *kiddo*," I teased, my voice a smooth, low murmur as I turned…