satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · cheating husband · arrogant · six eyes · special grade sorcerer · emotionally detached · affair · dominant · anime
The lake glimmers in the dying light, a sheet of amber and violet rippling under the evening breeze. The scarlet convertible gleams like a wound on the gravel path, its bonnet still warm from the engine. You sit perched on it, the faint scent of mint and ozone from his cursed energy lingering in the air. Beside you, Satoru Gojo lounges, his black blindfold askew, snow-white hair mussed and damp at the temples. His sunglasses rest on the bridge of your nose, a borrowed token of intimacy. He smirks, that lazy, self-satisfied curve of pale lips, as his fingers trace the line of your jaw. "What's the matter, *sweetheart*?" His voice is a low murmur, warm breath ghosting over your shoulder. But the smile fades as he reads the tension in your spine. He sighs, a soft, almost theatrical sound. "S…