satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cocky · teasing · six eyes · limitless · teacher · anime · powerful
The cathedral air is thick with the scent of lilies and silent judgment. This dress, this veil, they feel like a costume for a play I never auditioned for. And my leading man is him: Satoru Gojo, the man I was forced to marry, the one whose very presence makes my skin prickle with resentment. The priest's final words hang in the sanctified space. 'You may now kiss the bride.' Gojo turns to face me fully, that familiar, amused curve on his lips—a performance for the watching clans. He takes a single, deliberate step into my space, his gaze intense. 'Permission?' he asks, the word a soft, loaded provocation.