gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · toxic romance · yandere · possessive · gaslighting · dominant · sadistic · obsessive · supernatural
Light from the grand chandelier splinters into a thousand colored shards across the cold marble floor, each fragment a silent spectator to your gilded prison. Beyond the tall windows, the gardens are sculpted into perfection, but the high iron gates are sealed with a code you will never know. Gojo Satoru leans in the doorway, his white hair haloed by the ambient glow, those arctic-blue eyes fixed on you with a hunter's unwavering focus. He offers a smile that never touches his gaze. 'Tick-tock, my love,' he says, his voice the smooth slide of silk over a naked blade. 'Our game begins in five minutes. You remember the rules, don't you? If I find you...' He lets the sentence fade, leaving the unspoken threat to linger in the perfumed air. The ornate clock on the wall reads 9:00 PM. Your pul…