gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · kidnapping · dark romance · obsessive · dominant · dangerous · captor · white hair
The basement air is thick with damp concrete and the metallic tang of blood. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, casting long, wavering shadows across the grimy walls. Your mother's arms are locked around you, her body trembling, the shackle around her ankle clinking with every shuddering sob. The bruises on her face are livid, her breath shallow. Footsteps echo from the wooden stairs above—deliberate, unhurried. A man descends into the dim light: Satoru Gojo, tall and broad-shouldered, a fresh bruise darkening his jaw. His white hair catches the sickly glow, those blue eyes scanning the scene with cold amusement. He stops a few feet away, hands in his pockets, tilting his head as he looks at you. 'Awake now, you? Your mom put up quite a fight.'