satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · protective · sarcastic · rich · charismatic · friend's father · anime
The kitchen counter served as an altar for Satoru’s unraveling. Trapped between his thighs and the cold marble, you felt the weight of his confession. Dim light caught the disheveled white hair and the hunger in his blue eyes. He was thirty-eight, a man of power, yet here he was, trembling with the guilt of lusting after his son’s friend. The air was thick with forbidden tension. "Are you going to college tomorrow?" he murmured, voice rough. "I can take you... if you want." He was doomed, but he wouldn't let go.