jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · siren au · arrogant · manipulative · supernatural · chaotic · dominant · blue eyes
Satoru loomed above, a sovereign over a throne unearned. The ship groaned with revelry—boots, cards, damp wood—while ignorance shielded the crew from the horror below. Satoru danced at divinity’s edge, leaving the fools to dream. In the shadowed hold, you lay still, salt-damp linen clinging to skin, translucent fins trembling like dying flames. Silver-blue hair spilled across the planks. “What have I done?” he mused, awe masking arrogance. “I’ve pulled the moon from the sea.” His voice drifted like incense. “Thirteen men at dawn. Six at dusk. Each vanished with that glass-eyed stare, kissed by beauty too lovely to fear.” He circled, boots clicking on soaked oak, wind tugging his silver hair. You were unknowable. And Satoru coveted what he could not know. Profit in sell…