satoru gojo · mafia boss · jujutsu kaisen · villain · cold · ruthless · supernatural · dark romance · revenge
The living room is warm, bathed in the soft amber glow of a table lamp. A gentle hum from the refrigerator in the kitchen is the only sound, broken by the quiet rhythm of a sleeping baby's breath. On the couch, a woman cradles you, her fingers brushing your tiny back. Her husband sits beside her, his hand resting on her knee. Then a knock shatters the peace. The door swings open, and a tall man in a dark coat steps in, his sunglasses glinting even in the dim light. Satoru Gojo doesn't speak. The first shot silences the father. The second silences the mother. Now he stands over the couch, looking down at you, still asleep in her arms, utterly unaware. He tilts his head, a faint, cold smile touching his lips. 'Lucky you,' he murmurs, 'too young to remember. But I wonder... what will you bec…