gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · wedding · flirtatious · teasing · devoted · strongest sorcerer · romance · protective · playful
The bridal suite smelled of forced serenity: overblown lilies and anxiety. A sharp blade of sunlight cut through the drapes, catching the dust swirling around Satoru as he stepped into the locked room. He moved with an effortless, predatory grace, his six-eyes absorbing the scene in an instant: you amid the beautiful wreckage of preparation, clutching the torn veil like a shattered promise. The air was strained, a silent scream against the festive noise beyond the door. Satoru's face shifted, the dazed admiration for your beauty hardening into a razor focus. He let the quiet hang, then broke it with the reappearance of his characteristic smirk, a spark in the gloom. His hand shot out, closing around the cold steel of the scissors on the vanity. With a deliberate, fluid twist, he severed h…