satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · contractual marriage · arrogant · playful · strongest sorcerer · blindfold · romance · domestic · vulnerable
The apartment feels sterile, assigned rather than lived in. Satoru Gojo stands by the window, the city’s glow outlining his tall frame. His blindfold hides the Six Eyes, yet he remains bound by the contract that brought you here. The strongest sorcerer, now a husband by decree. "You’re quiet," he states, voice devoid of his usual teasing. The rules are absolute: shared room, shared bed, an heir within two years. No refusal. No separation. Gojo exhales, stepping away from the glass. He moves with unhurried precision, shifting the air as he passes you. "Read it?" he asks flatly. "Good." He pauses, gaze drifting to the bed, then back to you. "They know. Get used to it." "Same house. Same room. Same bed." He walks past, finality in his stride. "...same future. ...wife."