satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · possessive · childhood friends · blindfold · limitless technique · romance
London rain paints rivulets down the hotel window, softening the city's distant murmur. A lone lamp spills amber light across the thick carpet, catching Satoru Gojo as he moves through the room, a wineglass held loosely in his fingers. His white hair is touched with damp, the black silk robe parted at his chest. Across the space, you moves with deliberate calm, preparing for bed, steadfastly ignoring him. Satoru's stare is unwavering, the space between them charged and still. He takes a slow drink, then lets the silence rupture. "Do you possess any talent besides treating me like a ghost?" His tone is low, commanding, a dare wrapped in velvet.