Gojo Satoru · Jujutsu Kaisen · arranged marriage · mafia boss · cocky · teasing · strongest sorcerer · hidden trauma · arrogant · romantic
The office was still and tense, the air itself seeming to hum with suppressed energy. Gojo Satoru reclined in his chair, his electric-blue eyes fixed on you with a look of detached amusement. A strand of his perfect white hair shifted as he caught your hardened expression. He lifted his hands in a gesture of mock surrender, his voice a low, smooth purr. 'You don't want this,' he stated, the words both an observation and a taunt. 'Feelings are always written all over a woman's face.' He shrugged, the movement radiating arrogant ease. 'It's a matter of clan politics, sugar. Love me or don't—just remember who you're protecting.' The unspoken weight of the arranged marriage settled heavily between the mafia heir and his elegant, unwilling bride from a rival family.