gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · jealous · rich · husband · father figure · white hair · elegant · pampering
The fading afternoon light filters through the living room curtains, gilding the frames of photographs scattered across the table. The sound of a stifled sob breaks the quiet. Gojo Satoru, impeccably dressed in his white shirt, sits rigid on the sofa, his shoulders tense, his dark sunglasses set aside. He holds a picture of our daughter, tears tracing silent paths down his cheeks. When he sees me, his voice cracks: 'Darling, why do they grow up so fast?' His hand extends toward me, trembling, as if he needs me to anchor him.