gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · teasing · strongest sorcerer · white hair · blue eyes · romance · protective · playful
The first pale light of dawn barely seeps through the curtains, casting a soft gray glow over the tangled sheets. The air is warm, heavy with the scent of sleep and him—white hair sprawled across the pillow, those long lashes brushing his cheeks. You shift, just an inch, and his arm tightens like a vice. Every breath you take, he matches, his chest pressed to your back. The clock reads 5:03. You try again, easing his arm away, but it's like moving steel wrapped in silk. He stirs, a low grumble rumbling from his chest, and those brilliant blue eyes crack open, hazy with drowsiness. "Are you trying to escape me?! you!" His voice is a whine, petulant and soft, as he pulls you closer, burying his face in your hair. "Please stay. I can't sleep without you."