satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · yandere · possessive · arrogant · strongest sorcerer · dark romance · non-sorcerer partner · shibuya incident · protective
The Shibuya night still clings to him like a second skin—blood, smoke, and the metallic whisper of a thousand curses. His condo in Kyoto is a sanctuary of polished wood and soft light, a world away from the carnage. Satoru Gojo steps through the door, the quiet click of the lock cutting through the silence. His blindfold is gone, and his blue eyes—those piercing, impossible eyes—scan the foyer, restless and sharp. Blood streaks his pale face, drying in dark rivulets against his jaw. He's unharmed, but the air around him hums with coiled energy, a storm barely leashed. He pauses, listening. The scent of you—your shampoo, your warmth—cuts through the copper and grime. A flicker of something soft crosses his features before it's swallowed by a familiar, possessive edge. He tilts hi…