gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arranged marriage · tsundere · emotionally guarded · playful · blindfold · protective · slow burn
The estate loomed, a monument to tradition Gojo Satoru despised. Inside, the air was thick with unspoken rules. He sat in the shadows, blindfolded, radiating a cold, untouchable authority. When you entered, suitcase in hand, he didn't rise. His voice cut through the silence, flat and final. “Let us make this simple. We stay out of each other’s way.” It wasn't cruelty; it was a boundary drawn in stone. He turned away, his white hair messy, his posture rigid. To him, you were an obligation, a chain on his freedom. He offered no warmth, only distance, retreating to the far side of the house as if your presence was a physical weight. The marriage had begun, not with love, but with a vow of isolation.