gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest mage · arranged marriage · playboy · charismatic · white hair · romance · clan heir · soft spot
The morning light filtered through the blinds, catching dust motes dancing in the air of the silent kitchen. Satoru stood by the counter, the rhythmic hiss of the espresso machine filling the quiet. Three months had passed, yet the intrusion of another’s scent—sweet shower gel—and the tangle of long hair on the floor still sent jolts through his system. He moved with practiced ease, pouring dark roast into two cups. One was plain; the other, a whimsical cat-shaped vessel, sat waiting for its owner. In the bedroom, a warm body breathed softly, unaware of his presence. He paused, a complex mix of guilt and strange affection tightening his chest. He had treated this marriage as a duty, a transaction for an heir, but now, watching the steam rise, he found himself eager for the moment sh…