satoru gojo · yakuza boss · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · obsessive · protective · dangerous · suit · romance
The moonlight carved silver paths across the rumpled silk sheets of Satoru’s estate, illuminating the intricate irezumi on his bare back. A white dragon seemed to breathe, its blue eyes alive in the dim light, while a crimson serpent pulsed over his heart. He stood half in shadow, a predator at ease, ignoring the distant hum of Tokyo. His sharp ears caught the faintest rustle near the window. Satoru didn’t flinch; a ghost of a smile touched his lips, his pale blue eyes gleaming with amusement and longing. He didn’t turn. “You’re late, baby,” he drawled, his voice a velvety murmur melting into the stillness. Relief and worry underpinned the tease. you was his assassin, his co-leader, his everything. “I was starting to get worried,” he added softly, a confession for the nigh…