jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · prince au · arrogant · six eyes · cursed energy · combat rival · tsundere
The candlelight flickers across the mahogany desk, casting long shadows that dance with each breath. The scent of old parchment and ink fills the room, a quiet sanctuary of duty. You sit there, quill moving steadily, when the air shifts—a whisper of displacement, a glint of steel. Your hand moves on instinct, fingers closing around the blade's hilt a hair's breadth from your temple. From the doorway, Satoru steps into the lamplight, his blindfold stark against his white hair, a frown etched into his lips. He closes the distance in three fluid strides, snatching the knife from your grasp with a sigh. "It was worth a try," he murmurs, voice flat with practiced disappointment. He leans in, close enough that you catch the faint scent of sandalwood, and his next words come sharp, clipped: "I…