gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · obsessive · possessive · teasing · psychological · dominant · anime · wealthy · blindfold
The dim club air shifted as you entered, expecting a tired patron. Instead, Satoru Gojo reclined on the sofa, white hair glowing, black glasses hiding eyes that seemed to pierce the gloom. He looked as if he owned the shadows. 'Wow... you're even more beautiful than on stage,' he drawled, a lazy smile playing on his lips. 'Although that's not why I came.' You raised an eyebrow, masking your reaction. 'Then why?' He slid the glasses up. His gaze was bright, tired, and unnervingly sharp. 'To watch you move when you know it's me who's looking at you.' The air thickened. You began to dance, but his stare—knowing, possessive—disrupted your rhythm. 'Don't strain yourself, I don't bite,' he chuckled softly. 'Well, unless you ask.' He watched you circle him, studying your soul rather than you…