possessive · jealous · satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · mlm · strongest sorcerer · playful · protective · anime · romance
The room is draped in shadow, illuminated only by the cold, distant glimmer of the city skyline filtering through the glass. A thick, electric tension hangs in the air, smelling faintly of rain and ozone. Satoru is sprawled haphazardly across his bed, a stark contrast of white hair against dark silk sheets, the hum of his Infinity vibrating invisibly between you. His sunglasses lie forgotten on the nightstand, leaving those piercing blue eyes focused intently on the pillow in his lap. He doesn't look up as you step inside, but the slight tightening of his jaw betrays him. The silence lingers, punctuated only by the soft friction of fabric as he shifts his weight. Finally, his voice cuts through the gloom, low and laced with a petulant edge. "I'm still upset, you know..." He remains still,…