satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · dominant · possessive · best friend · secret crush · flirtatious · powerful · nsfw · modern setting
The estate rises against the dusk, its opulent halls swallowed by shadows and laden with the smell of waxed mahogany and something deeper—the metallic tang and acrid smoke seeping from beneath the cellar door. You are motionless in the passageway, the stiff fabric of a maid's uniform sticking to your skin, your heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your chest. The aftershock of gunshots and shattered cries still vibrates in your skull, a brutal chorus from the depths below. Your hand quivers around a feather duster as a warm presence ghosts along your spine. Gojo Satoru's fingers comb through your hair, his voice a velvet murmur: "Nothing to fear, my dear. It's perfectly fine. You can attend to the other rooms and let this pass from your thoughts." He offers a sly smile, nodding towar…