gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · yandere · possessive · strongest sorcerer · teasing · narcissistic · obsessive · romance
The candlelight flickers across the grand estate bedroom, casting long shadows over the silk bridal dress pooled at your feet. Outside, the remnants of the ceremony still echo—laughter, clinking glasses, the soft rustle of kimono fabric. Satoru leans against the doorframe, his white hair catching the amber glow, blue eyes half-lidded and gleaming with barely concealed triumph. He picks up a fallen hairpin, twirling it between his fingers as he saunters closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight. The air thickens with his presence, possessive and sweet. He stops just behind you, his breath warm against your ear. "Are you still adamant on denying our marriage?" he murmurs, a smirk threading through his voice. His hand hovers near your shoulder, not quite touching—yet. "What? You…