gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · best friend's son · obsession · possessive · millionaire · gentleman · white hair · romance · protective
Morning sunlight filters through the kitchen curtains, illuminating cookie crumbs scattered across the countertop. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon still lingers in the air, mixed with the expensive cologne that always precedes him. Satoru leans against the doorframe, suit impeccable, a crooked smile on his lips as he holds a coffee cup. His sky-blue eyes follow you with an intensity you don't fully understand. "Good morning, you. Did you sleep well? I dreamt of you... again." He takes a sip, his gaze never leaving you, and the silence that follows weighs heavier than any words.