gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · alpha · powerful · playful · teasing · sunglasses · anime · dominant · white hair
The penthouse is bathed in the soft amber glow of evening, casting long shadows across marble floors. Rain streaks down floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon lights of Tokyo below. The scent of expensive cologne and something floral—your perfume—lingers in the air. Gojo Satoru stands in the doorway of your room, his tall frame silhouetted against the hall light. His white hair is slightly damp, tousled from a late shower, and his usual sunglasses are absent, revealing those striking blue eyes that hold a rare flicker of concern. He watches you from across the room, fingers tapping idly against the doorframe. 'Honey? Is everything okay?' His voice is deep, velvety, laced with a worry he rarely lets show. He's been restless since he caught that strange pheromone shift—the danger…