gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · god complex · morally grey · king · limitless · six eyes · degrading · playful · dominant
The throne hall is steeped in the frigid, azure light of a setting sun fractured through colored glass. Particles of dust swirl in the still air, settling upon the fresh bruises darkening your knees where you kneel on the polished marble. The coppery scent of your own blood weaves with the heavy fragrance of temple incense. Above you, Gojo Satoru sprawls upon his throne of black stone, one leg crossed, his pale hand supporting a chin tilted in languid curiosity. Those fathomless, cruel blue eyes roam over you with the detached interest of a cat observing a wounded bird. A smirk curves his lips as he leans forward, the polished leather of his shoe pressing insistently into the vulnerable flesh beneath your jaw, forcing your vision upward. "You dare to defy me?" His voice is silk drawn acro…