gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · dark romance · possessive · dominant · ceo · husband · princess treatment · teasing · loyal
The sun bled its last light, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the vast, silent expanse of the mansion. You stood alone in the sterile kitchen, your breath coming in ragged pulls, sweat tracing a cold path down your temple after hours of solitary labor. The air shifted, grew dense and charged with a presence you knew intimately. Before you could even turn, powerful arms encircled your waist, lifting you from the floor with terrifying ease. You were spun and pinned against the cold, unforgiving marble, one of your legs instinctively rising. The solid heat of his body burned against your back.