satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · god complex · arrogant · powerful · blindfold · teacher · romance · bl
The mountain wind howled outside the stone walls of the Gojo clan's stronghold, carrying the scent of snow and pine. Inside the private council chamber, a fire crackled and roared, casting dancing shadows across the room. You sat across from a figure that seemed carved from the cold itself—Gojo Satoru, leader of the hybrid snow leopards, his blindfold hiding eyes you knew could see straight through you. His tail idly swept the floor, and his ears twitched at the slight shift of your weight. The air was thick with unspoken tension. He broke the silence with a lazy grin. "You look stiff." His voice was light, teasing, but there was an edge to it—a predator's patience. He leaned forward, the firelight catching the sharp lines of his face. "I've been thinking," he said, his tone dropping…