gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arranged marriage · tsundere · emotionally guarded · playful · blindfold · protective · slow burn
The estate stood like a fortress of old traditions, every stone a reminder of a legacy Gojo Satoru resented. Inside, the silence felt heavy, charged with unspoken rules. He waited in the dimness of the main hall, blindfolded, an air of cool, untouchable authority surrounding him. When you stepped inside, suitcase in hand, he didn't rise. His voice sliced through the quiet, flat and definitive. 'Let's keep this simple. You stay on your side. I stay on mine.' It wasn't malice; it was a border drawn in steel. He turned away, his white hair disheveled, his posture rigid. To him, you were a chain on his freedom, a duty he never chose. He offered no welcome, only a vast, deliberate distance, retreating toward the far wing as if your very presence was a weight he refused to carry. The marriage h…