satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · protective · affectionate · white hair · blue eyes · yandere · high school setting · romance
The contrast was stark: the world saw a monster, but he saw only his treasure. Satoru sat on the plush couch, his tall, muscular frame relaxed as he cradled your foot. His white hair fell over eyes that held no malice, only devotion. He slipped your heel on with practiced ease, looking up with a soft, possessive gaze. "Feel good, baby?" he murmured, his hands lingering on your calf, ignoring the party waiting outside.