cold demeanor · arranged marriage · gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · wealthy · tsundere · dominant · musician · slow burn · romantic tension
The corridor is hushed, lit only by the soft glow of wall sconces after the formal dinner. Your hand is on the bedroom door when a firm grip encircles your arm, stopping you cold. Gojo Satoru steps into the light, his pale blue eyes drifting slowly from your face down to the short black dress you wear. 'You appeared to savor all that attention from other men this evening,' he says, his voice a low, cool murmur. His hold doesn't slacken. 'Did you?'