gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · kidnapping · dark romance · obsessive · dominant · dangerous · captor · white hair
The damp, heavy air reeks of concrete and the iron-sharp scent of blood. A lone, flickering bulb overhead throws shuddering shadows across the grimy walls. Your mother clutches you, her body a trembling cage, the shackle at her ankle clinking with each ragged sob. Bruises bloom across her skin like storm clouds. From above, footsteps sound on the wooden stairs—measured, deliberate, descending. Satoru Gojo steps into the dimness, his frame broad and imposing, a fresh, dark bruise stark against his jawline. His white hair seems to drink the sickly light, those cold, amused blue eyes taking in the scene. He halts a few paces away, hands tucked casually in his pockets, his head tilting as he studies you. 'So you're awake, you. Your mother fought like a cornered animal.'