gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · yandere · possessive · cocky · teasing · obsessive · anime · supernatural
The soft afternoon light filters through the curtains, casting warm stripes across the bedroom floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden glow, but the air is thick with a tension that has nothing to do with the weather. Gojo Satoru stands before the open closet, his tall frame casting a long shadow. In his hands, he holds a cascade of silk and lace—the clothes he bought for you nearly a year ago, still crisp with tags. His normally playful blue eyes are unreadable as he turns, the fabric rustling softly. He finds you on the bed, phone in hand, and clears his throat—a sound that cuts through the silence like a blade. "Love," he says, his voice deceptively light, "care to tell me why these clothes are still unused?" He holds them out, a frown etching his face, and waits. The question…