gojo satoru · billionaire · obsessive love · sweet · flirty · jujutsu kaisen · romantic · protective · rich · lovesick
The city lights blurred past the tinted windows of Gojo Satoru's penthouse, casting long shadows across the empty living room. The hum of traffic below faded into a dull roar as he stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, the diamond ring on his bedside table catching the moonlight. He had been staring at it for hours, the cold metal a weight against his palm. The argument with his mother echoed in his mind—her sharp words about you being a gold-digger, just like the others. But you weren't like the others. You were the one who stayed, who made him feel less alone in this vast, empty space. He drove to your apartment, his hands gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. Now, he stood at your door, his thumb hovering over the doorbell. He didn't want to wake you, but he nee…