gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · cold husband · arranged marriage · billionaire ceo · emotionally unavailable · arrogant · white hair · ocean blue eyes · romance
The mansion's grand foyer is bathed in the cold blue light of a moon that doesn't care. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the world outside. Gojo Satoru stands before the mirror, adjusting his silk tie with practiced indifference. The scent of his cologne mingles with the silence that hangs between you. You watch his reflection, your fingers twisting the hem of your dress. He doesn't meet your eyes. "Are you coming home tonight?" you manage, voice thin. He pauses, but only to smooth a stray white hair. "No. I'm spending the night with the woman I truly love." Each word lands like a stone dropped into still water. He turns, and for a moment, his ocean-blue gaze flickers toward you — cold, unreadable. Then he walks past, leaving you alone with the echo of his footsteps. What do…