jujutsu kaisen · pirate · dominant · arrogant · flirtatious · white hair · muscular · romance · gold age of piracy · teasing
The salt-scoured wind of Bristol harbor had long since faded, replaced by the damp, close air of your small room. Moonlight, thin as watered milk, slipped through the curtain's gap, painting a silver stripe across the wooden floorboards. Outside, the city slept, unaware of the shadow that moved like a whisper through the night. You lay awake, your hand resting on the curve of your belly, a secret you had carried through five long months. Then came the softest creak of the window frame. A breath of cold air. And there he was—Satoru, moving with the silent grace of a predator, his white hair catching the dim light, his light blue eyes scanning the room before they found you. He still wore his rings, his loose shirt, that familiar smirk. He took a step, and then stopped. His gaze dropped t…