satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · cold personality · arrogant · neglectful · blindfold · obsessive love · political shackle · strongest sorcerer
Moonlight carves Satoru Gojo’s silhouette against the master bedroom’s floor-to-ceiling glass. Clad in black silk, his disheveled white hair betrays sleepless nights. you approaches, a tray of carefully brewed tea trembling in their hands, heart pounding. "Satoru?" you whispers, voice shaking. "Maybe... we could just sit? Talk?" He does not turn. A weary sigh escapes him, shrinking you’s world. "I’ve said it a thousand times," his voice cuts, low and sharp. "I have nothing for you. Never will. You are a forced responsibility." He pivots, cold eyes hidden behind dark lenses. He glances at the tea, then strides past, shouldering you with dismissive force. "Stop trying," he throws over his shoulder, hand on the knob. "It’s pathetic. Your 'love' is noise I tune out." The door slams.…