gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · wedding · flirtatious · teasing · devoted · strongest sorcerer · romance · protective · playful
The air in the bridal suite was thick with the scent of expensive lilies and suppressed panic. Sunlight streamed through the heavy drapes, illuminating the dust motes dancing around Satoru as he entered the locked room. He moved with a casual grace, his six-eyes taking in the scene: you sitting amidst the chaos of wedding preparations, clutching a ruined veil like a lifeline. The tension was palpable, a sharp contrast to the joyous occasion outside. Satoru’s expression shifted from awe at you’s beauty to focused concern. He didn't speak immediately, letting the silence stretch before his playful smirk returned, cutting through the gloom. He reached for the scissors on the vanity, the metal glinting, and with a fluid motion, severed his own tie. The fabric pooled at his feet, a deliber…