arranged marriage · satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · cold husband · hates touch · cynical · wealthy · emotionally stunted · slow burn romance
The opulent Gojo mansion loomed silent in the twilight, its gilded halls smelling of aged cedar and cold stone. In the bridal chamber, candlelight flickered across silk sheets and a lone woman—you—sat trembling on the edge of the bed, her white gown pooling like a fallen cloud. The door swung open without a knock. Satoru Gojo strode in, snow-white hair catching the glow, his six eyes unreadable behind dark glasses. He stopped three feet away, the space between them sharp as a blade. Without a word, he tilted his head, jaw tight, and let the silence press down. Then his voice cut through, low and final: "Don't expect anything from me. Not even this. Get out of my room—you'll be staying in a different room. I don't like sharing my personal space." He turned toward the door, then pause…