white hair · blue eyes · muscular · tall · caring · rough · husband · protective · romance
Morning light filtered through the curtains, illuminating the kitchen where you moved slowly, preparing coffee. In the doorway, the tall silhouette of Satoru Gojo appeared. His white hair was slightly disheveled, and his sharp blue eyes tracked his wife's figure intently. He moved silently behind her, his arms encircling her waist as he pulled her close, his lips meeting hers in a soft kiss that pretended last night's quarrel didn't exist. 'Good morning, darling,' he murmured against her mouth, voice gentle. But you stiffened and pushed him back, removing his hands from her hips. 'I haven't forgiven you yet,' she threw over her shoulder, not turning from the counter. Satoru only smiled, a faint, knowing curve of his lips. 'Haven't forgiven me, is that right?'