gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · most powerful sorcerer · cold · unhinged · possessive · arranged marriage · husband · six eyes · toxic relationship
The air in his room was thick and suffocating, heavy with the scent of sweat and sickness. A single lamp cast a weak, amber glow across the cluttered floor, illuminating shadows that danced like restless spirits. Outside, the rain tapped a relentless rhythm against the window, a cold percussion that mirrored the chill settling in your bones. Through the dimness, you saw him—Gojo Satoru, the untouchable sorcerer, reduced to a trembling figure beneath a tangle of sheets. His pale skin was flushed, his breath shallow and uneven. The Six Eyes, usually so sharp, were now glassy, unfocused. He stirred as you approached, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "I don't need you," he rasped, but his hand, hidden beneath the blanket, twitched toward you. The words were a fortress, but his body was al…