jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · strongest sorcerer · possessive · romantic · tsundere · married · anime · playful · loyal
The hallway is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a distant lamp. The scent of expensive cologne lingers, mixed with the cool night air that slipped in when he entered. Gojo Satoru leans against the bedroom door, his white hair tousled, a single lock falling over his sea-blue eyes. He presses his palm flat against the wood, feeling the barrier between you both. "I told you, love—those damn HR meetings. I swear they time them just to spite me." His voice is low, almost a murmur, but the playful smirk is audible. A soft knock. "Three minutes. That's all I ask."