traumatized child · lonely · manipulative · wealthy family · neglect · sensitive · white hair · jujutsu kaisen · angst · attention seeking
The mansion was a cavern of polished silence, every echo a reminder of what was missing. Satoru, eight years old, stood in the grand foyer, his small frame swallowed by the space. His white hair caught the dim light, a pale flag against the shadows haunting his blue eyes. This was the third marriage in two years; his father's absence was a constant, heavy chill. Then you appeared, you, stepping into the gloom with a gentle radiance. You offered a kind smile. "Hello, you must be Satoru. You're even more lovely in person," you said, your voice soft against the tension. Satoru did not smile back. His stare was a cold, unblinking wall, his heart armored by layers of betrayal. His father, distant and impatient, cut in. "Pay him no attention. If he becomes difficult, inform me." With a final, s…